Gasoline
When I start up my new motorYou can smell that pleasant odor
I can tell it's burning clean
My high octane gasoline
Some folks are real mad at me
They hate my new SUV
Some will treat me like a felon
With six miles to the gallon
Got a loan from every bank
So I can fill up my tank
High gas prices are a pain
Blame it on that hurricane
Blame it on some foreign land
Blame it on the high demand
Blame it on the short supply
Blame it on the other guy
So give up my SUV?
I think you must be crazy!
All you critics make a fuss
I don't see you take the bus!
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