They beep at me always
Don't come to my station
And those who come to me
We huddle together
Because they're unhealthy
Their auto's all need me
I've developed a technique
'Cause no one wants an auto
Who are sick and can't touch it
And if you give me static
The auto's come crawlin' into my station
And I pump 'em full of my gas
Because 't means honor
I fix 'em up often
And now I'm a big man
And relieve their tension
Not like those people
My timing is very good
Without which we could not survive
I'm very important to the big and the little guy
And feel nothing for those who
And I hear 'em autos call
My station is pretty
She said I would gas them
I keep it in top shape
I give them a fair deal
If the good Lord is willing we shall be here to the end
And fulls up their empty tank
Up to their gas tank
We need each other's business
I drop what I'm doing
'Cause I got the answers to all of their auto needs
Some choose the big pump
And wait on them cheerfully
That threatens to lose it
Well, I'm a big time pumper
We like to trade money
I stop what I'm doing
And other's the small
I help who I can help
We huddle together
And connect my big hose
We all need each other to keep ourselves going
I can't help everybody
And greet them with smiles, I call, "Fill 'er up?"
I'll tell ya blow it up your ass
For I'll only tow those who show me their honor
It's a small, small world
Filling up autos
And dirt off their windshield
That beep at me often
The customers dig me
And I'm not my brother's keeper
My pump's need their empty tanks and
If not always precise
The gas hums as it enters
I do two at a time now
They drive off satisfied
They leave me cold
We find strength in our circle
I wipe all the dead bugs
And despite the weather
