Yeah, yeah, yeah
It was the summer of the riots
And the black gold started flowing just like Boston tea
For no more trucks and no more cars
'Cause you can't make it very far
You see, all the majesty of worship
Yeah, yeah, yeah”
Was just a target for the angry
Well, I had soldiers on my payroll
And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct
And London sat in sweltering heat
Of the Saudi family
And my family under threat
Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground
They threw cans of petrol
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a truck
Took the battle to the streets
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Afraid of popping that greed vain
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Making fuel from sugar cane
And we'll be the last to recognize
“Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'll scream it to the death, yeah
My friend, Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee
And the oil was way beyond it's peak
“Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery
You got the bastards of the Washington
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause the money's in the pipeline
'Cause I had a message and a megaphone
When your tank is on empty
Where the farmers got together
But their get away was shaky
As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
But when the creed was handed down
With a big vintage John Deere
Snipers on my roof poised at those
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But when the government turned it's back on farming
And pipeline's running dry
Without disturbing their high tea
When the mounties stormed the palace
Who didn't want me alive
You got the farms in Argentina
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
They stalled in the Riyadh streets
And talked about this great country
Standing guard on my front drive
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
That once adorned these fatal halls
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the gangs of Mini Coopers
They held them up for ransom
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah”
'Cause they audited my taxes
