When I was young<br />
All the gas was so plentiful<br />
Bountiful, oh, liberal<br />
My tank was full<br />
<br />
And all the pumps on the street<br />
They would dangle so happily<br />
Joyfully, oh, playfully filling me<br />
<br />
And then a shortage arose<br />
And I tried to be sensible<br />
Logical, economical, responsible<br />
<br />
And now they doubled the price<br />
Filling up can be ludicrous<br />
Ridiculous, I get furious<br />
Impestious<br />
<br />
There are lines that<br />
Stretch across the land<br />
How much can we withstand<br />
They're holding back the fuel<br />
<br />
So instead, in traffic jams I fight<br />
Crouched on my sister's bike<br />
I really look the fool<br />
<br />
I said watch where you park<br />
Cause they siphon in after dark<br />
What a lark, oh, and when you start<br />
There's just a spark<br />
<br />
And if you run in line<br />
You'll be pushed out in double time<br />
And soon you'll find, oh, you'll<br />
Be behind the last car sign<br />
<br />
Oh, pump it, pump it<br />
Pump it, yeah<br />
<br />
Don't you think<br />
It's getting out of hand<br />
Pumping out with a gas can<br />
Don't tell me it's all gone<br />
<br />
They say odds and<br />
Evens will see a few<br />
Please tell me what to do<br />
The lines are far too long<br />
<br />
They're so long<br />
They're so long<br />
They're so long</