Way back in the year of The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond it's crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery And the gold started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in heat And the gangs of Coopers Took the battle to the
But when the was handed down For no more trucks and no more They threw cans of Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the Saudi held them up for ransom Without disturbing their tea
But their get away was stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you can't it very far When your tank is on
But the final can of was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That once adorned fatal halls Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a market way in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked about this great But when the government it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they dragged the out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my poised at those Who want me alive
'Cause they my taxes And my under threat I had a message and a megaphone And I'll it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making fuel sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping that greed
'Cause the in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the to recognize Where there's shit, there's flies