I ran into this in my archives the other day.  It came from one of the VW
lists a couple of years ago but seems even better right now.

*Mr Gasoline Man*

*by Bob Dylan Thomas Hardy Hamburger*

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*(to the tune of Mr. Tambourine Man,*

*by Bob Dylan, way back when)*

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* Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.*

*  I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.*

* Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,*

*  Help me get along on half of what I'm paying you.*

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* Though I know that Exxon's empire has drilled into our brain,*

*   Left us feeling pain,*

*     Kept us blindly here to spend and keep on spending.*

* Conformity amazes me, astonished once again*

*   At people, oh, so vain*

*     To think that gasoline will last without ending.*

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* Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.*

*  I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.*

* Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,*

*  Help me get along on half of what I'm paying you.*

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* I tried to take a trip upon your golden octane ship -*

* My wallet, it was stripped, my money had no grip,*

* It did not like my hip, only waiting for your gas pumps*

* To be leaving me.*

* I'm ready to go anywhere, but cannot foot the bill.*

* With prices rising still, all my hopes will soon be nil,*

* I promise I can't handle it.*

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* Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.*

*  I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.*

* Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,*

*  I need my nose for breathing, not for paying through.*