Gazoline Business

We\'ll I\'m running out of fuel

Yeah I\'m rolling on the fumes

But I stand, stand the test of time

With a millions miles ahead

Oh, my batteries are dead

But I roll, rolling down the line

Now I lose my frown, \'cause it\'s saturday night

The music\'s loud and everything\'s alright

It\'s alright, alright to me, it\'s alright

It\'s true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze

And everything will be just fine

All you gotta do is fill me up with booze

And everything will be alright

Now my heart is growing cold

And my stories getting old

I agree, it\'s boring being me

I am running out of air

Used it all and nothing spared

But I breathe, breathing gazoline

Now I lose my frown, \'cause it\'s saturday night

The music\'s loud and everything\'s alright

It\'s alright, it\'s alright to me, it\'s alright

It\'s true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze

And everything will be just fine

All you gotta do is fill me up with booze

And everything will be alright

Yeah, but I lose my frown, and it\'s saturday night

The music is gone but everything\'s fine

It\'s alright, it\'s alright to me, it\'s alright

It\'s true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze

And everything will be just fine

All you gotta do is fill me up with booze

And everything will be alright

All I ask of you, is fill me up with booze

And everything could be, should be, would be alright