Way back in the year of The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector Johnson broke the refinery And the gold started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the of the riots And London sat in sweltering And the of Mini Coopers Took the to the streets
But when the creed was down For no more trucks and no more They threw cans of Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the family They held up for ransom Without disturbing high tea
But get away was shaky They stalled in the streets 'Cause you can't make it 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 palace You see, all the majesty of That once these fatal halls Was just a target for the As they up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, will be free, 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, ran a market way down in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked about great country But when the turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my drive on my roof poised at those Who want me alive
they audited my taxes And my under threat 'Cause I had a message and a And I'll scream it to the death,
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making fuel from cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of that greed vain
the money's in the pipeline And running dry And be the last to recognize Where there's shit, there's flies