(I'm in the mood for a song, so apologies to Robert Palmer; and thanks to President Bush for using the phrase in the SOTU)
Your engine's on, but not for long
Its power isn't very strong
Your hands sweat, you wallet shakes
Another fill-up's what it takes
You can't drive, you can't fly
Without it, life just passes by
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another fill-up's all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh
yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, you
know you're
Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to oil
You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed
You've got enough to go a mile
Another fill; the mullahs smile; you feel so vile
You can be saved!
Alternate fuel is what you crave
Alcohol, a little grass
And you'll kick the mullah's ass
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh
yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, you
know you're
Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
We might as well face it, we're addicted to oil
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