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![]() Sorry to Hear You Got Screwed at the Gas PumpSorry to hear you got screwed at the gas pump The King of Saudi Arabia has given of us all the Royal Hump With the Arabs it might be the time to start palin’ With the Arabs giving orders in our Washington Halls Got the U.S. driver’s caught, by their emasculated balls King Faisal has orgasms, with each, pumped oil gallon Drive your gas-guzzlin’ Hummer with Macho Pride The Arabs will encourage your outrageous ride As a snack, your Hummer consumes an entire oil barrel The leather seats are fully plush Exon’s profits make the C.E.O. blush The Arabs are singing, a sympathetic, Christmas Carol The summer started with grandiose euphoria With the current price of gas, you’ll stay in Peoria Remove your luggage from your oversized S.U.V. The future of U.S. travels appears quite bleak The price of gas at the pump, goes up each and every week The only one traveling, is the C.E.O. at B.P. The Sheik’s kind heart goes a constant thump Watching the lovely action at the over-priced gas pump Inhabited by the burly U.S. interstate truckers Ill-will we do firmly deplore The Arabs will raise it only a few cents more They enjoy sticking it to America’s gas guzzling *uckers Your weekly Sunday drive has been curtailed U.S. bombast energy plans once again have failed Public transportation always has been a nightmare Each airlines likes to boast and brag As they overcharge you for your Chinese luggage bag Arabs assist, in escalating the cost, of today’s airfare Avoid the pump, ride your bike Shine up your thumb, learn a friendly hitch-hike Maybe, today nobody will pull the gas pump handles As your frowning mouth, starts to crinkle and foam Spend your Summer back, at Grandma’s old home Our president, is wearing a turban and cool sandals We rescued Kuwait with fighters and tanks An increase in oil was their only gracious thanks An expensive army, the U.S. was obligated to amass As the price of oil directs foreign policy thinking A war will start before our Congress is even blinking Kuwait took our money, then raised, the price of its gas Eliminating a tyrant in Iraq, made its people no calmer They greeted the U.S. troops with a suicide bomber Weapons of mass destruction, no one could ever find Many soldiers died on distant Iraqi soil Companies got filthy rich from imported foreign oil The Iraqi reward, was a swift kick, to our behind So start your engine, slam onto your pedal The Sheik is smiling, pinning onto you a medal Gas is wasted, at every, traffic rush hour As gas fumes burn your swollen eyes The price at the pump once again starts to rise We’re at Saudi’s mercy, and possess, no real power Sorry to hear you were screwed at the gas pump We need to elect Yogi Berra and Vice Donald Trump The American is going to be an extinct mammal If the American tradition continues its persistency Driving foreign autos with little efficiency The only way to travel will be, by your pet camel Send this Whackocard to your friends! |