Petrol Blues

Please, Mr. President, say it isn't so And I have a buck till I'm on duct ten row Please, Mr. President, say it isn't so I don't wanna pay $10 for gas I got nowhere to go I talk to Mr. Getty, talk to Texaco I talk to Standard Oil They say they got plenty to go, oh Please, Mr. President, say it isn't so I don't have to sell my Cadillac That I just paid for, I just paid for Play it faster, Stu Bit behind there, dear About two miles (Pause) Behind me Please, Mr. President, say it isn't so I don't have to sell my Cadillac That I just paid for I talk to Mr. Getty And I talk to Standard Oil They say they got plenty But they ain't gonna part for no more Please, Mr. Getty, I'm from Standard Oil I'm down in Houston where they got it all stored I phone the coaster, the funk and all the guard We don't need none of those We don't need any of that Arab stuff Aw, please, Mr. President, say it isn't so I don't have to sell my Cadillac, I just paid for My friend says the trouble is This country's too goddamn big Maybe we should pull it in from the ages a bit Maybe that way we'll have so far to go I called Mr. Getty, I even called-up Texaco, Texaco They got plenty left, they got plenty to go Hey, Mr. President, say it isn't so Aw, Mr. President, say it isn't so Why do I have to sell my Cadillac I just paid for, I just paid for