Way back in the year of The sun was hotter 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 summer of the And London sat in sweltering And the gangs of Mini Took the battle to the
But the creed was handed down For no trucks and no more cars threw cans of petrol Through the windows of Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the family They held them up for Without disturbing their tea
But their get away was 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 to the palace aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That once adorned these halls Was a target for the angry As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, ran a market way down in Tennessee the farmers got together And talked about this country But when the government 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 soldiers on my guard on my front drive Snipers on my roof poised at Who want me alive
'Cause they my taxes And my under threat 'Cause I had a message and a And I'll it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, 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 sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping that greed
'Cause the money's in the And pipeline's dry And be the last to recognize Where shit, there's always flies