And we'll be the last to recognize
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
But their get away was shaky
Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
For no more trucks and no more cars

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They held them up for ransom
'Cause the money's in the pipeline
Took the battle to the streets

'Cause I had a message and a megaphone
Was just a target for the angry

But when the government turned it's back on farming

Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Making fuel from sugar cane
“Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
My friend, Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee
Who didn't want me alive
But when the creed was handed down
And the gangs of Mini Coopers
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Without disturbing their high tea
And the oil was way beyond it's peak
You got the bastards of the Washington
And the black gold started flowing just like Boston tea
And talked about this great country

But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a truck
That once adorned these fatal halls
It was the summer of the riots
And my family under threat
And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct
When crazy Hector Johnson broke into the refinery
You see, all the majesty of worship

Yeah, yeah, yeah”

Yeah, yeah, yeah
And pipeline's running dry
'Cause you can't make it very far
Snipers on my roof poised at those
They threw cans of petrol

When your tank is on empty
You got the farms in Argentina
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
“Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'll scream it to the death, yeah

Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Where the farmers got together
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Man, what I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground
With a big vintage John Deere
Of the Saudi family
When the mounties stormed the palace
Yeah, yeah, yeah

As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Standing guard on my front drive
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah”

Where there's shit, there's always flies
Well, I had soldiers on my payroll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Afraid of popping that greed vain

They stalled in the Riyadh streets
And London sat in sweltering heat
'Cause they audited my taxes