Prompt / Lyrics
How high’s the gas price, Mama dear, It jumps again, that’s what I hear. I blinked, the numbers changed real fast, Thought I was rich, but that’s long past. The numbers climbed like mountain peaks, My wallet cried for several weeks. I grinned and said, “That’s quite a show— Next time I’ll bike, "just so you know!!!" The tank is low, the laughs are high, We’ll fuel our joy and let it fly. If gas won’t move us down the track, Our jokes will keep us comin’ back. My neighbor rides a donkey now, He saves on gas, don’t ask me how. I laughed before, but now I see, " His ride’s more wise than mine could be!!!" The newsman smiled on Channel Five, Said prices keep our spirits alive. Well bless his heart, he don’t commute, "His tank’s on full, his words are cute!" The tank is low, the laughs are high, We’ll fuel our joy and let it fly. If gas won’t move us down the track, Our jokes will keep us comin’ back. I called the Lord, said “Check my gauge, It’s sittin’ low, I’m full of rage.” He said, “My child, now don’t you moan, You can still walk, your legs are grown!!!" My kids sell lemonade for fuel, They run their stand beside the school. I said, “Hold tight to every dime," "We’ll need some gas come supper time!!!” The tank is low, the laughs are high, We’ll fuel our joy and let it fly. If gas won’t move us down the track, Our jokes will keep us comin’ back. I rolled in fast, the tank near dry, Just made it there — no need to cry. At least I’ll make it home in style, " On fumes that last just one more mile!!" I planned on steak but gas took that, So beans again — imagine that! The tank is full, my fridge is bare, " Guess beans again — that’s only fair!" The tank is low, the laughs are high, We’ll fuel our joy and let it fly. If gas won’t move us down the track, Our jokes will keep us comin’ back. I told my mama, “Fill her up!” She laughed and handed me a cup. I said, “That’s fine, we’ll make it far— “We’ll Flintstone it, that’s who we are.” The tank is low, the laughs are high, We’ll fuel our joy and let it fly. If gas won’t move us down the track, Our jokes will keep us comin’ back. The tank is low, the laughs are high, We’ll fuel our joy and let it fly. If gas won’t move us down the track, "Our jokes will keep us comin’ back. If gas won’t move us down the track, Our jokes will keep us comin’ back.!!"
Tags
swamp rock with strong rock and roll / Rockabilly influences/ humerous feel/ Male singers
Duration
3:54
Instrumental
No
Created
3/31/2026