The Golden Oldie Old Folks Home (Medley) - The Barron Knights

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