Keep The Change Cuz

Waiting and wondering about petroleum products and relationships

Keep The Change Cuz

Nerves hang out at the idle pump

Gas don't pump itself thinks Mr. Rich

While Bubba plants himself out front

Like an un-watered flower in the sun

Picks his nose and spits tobacco

Scratches private parts at no extra charge

Snorts, “Talk is cheap.” “What-l-it-be boy.”

The idle rich don't speak hillbilly

The sun-glassed man points at premium

A finger is a dialect Neanderthals understand

Red necks preferred language over clicks and grunts

That comes with understanding inbred afflictions

Eloquently executed elocution with a simple digit

To replace the usual marbles in the mouth chatter

Chewed up words spit out as garbled

Not fit for consumption under a hot Texas sun

Who said anything about manners?

Mr. Sun-glasses just wants some GD gas

Not reptilian conversation

When you don't know English you pump

Petroleum comes from fossilized plants

Formed over billions of years

Why must we wait for man to arrive

Over eons for creation to take place

For the simple evolution of a smile

It's not like there is a line stretched for miles

To buy some petroleum products

From a creature covered in grease

Standing there with hose in hand

Wondering with his best laid plans

How to spell gas and make change

And how to propose to his cousin