Left for work this mornin', without any warnin'
That little tiny gage said it's that time,
So I started lookin' but I just kept on bookin',
As I read the prices there upon those signs
Soon I knew my luck was out, my tank was dry and just about
Put me on my feet and send me cryin',
So I pulled up to a pump feeling as dumb as a stump,
Grabbed that nozzle and bent over one more time
It's a pain in my gas, it's killin' me so fast
All my hard earned money just thrown away,
Blame bin Laden or Sudan, Iraq or Iran
All I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass,
There seems to be a real pain in my gas
So if you see me thumbin', a-beggin' or a-bummin'
Ponder these three questions that I ask,
Who's to blame for all my sorrow does relief lie in tomorrow,
In the meantime could I borrow a little cash
'Cause there's a pain in my gas, it's killin' me so fast
All my hard earned money just thrown away,
Blame bin Laden or Sudan, Iraq or Iran
All I know is this a-hurtin' just won't pass,
There seems to be a real pain in my gas
Help me doctor, there's a deep pain in my gas
Mr. President, there's a real pain in my gas