Got Gas
The tank's getting low
The needle's on 'E'
And I already owe
A gold mine to BP.
So I look at the prices
Anything under four bucks?
I'll be eating beans and rices
Because this gas guzzler sucks...
...My account dry and flaccid.
On the verge of poverty.
I'll need an antacid
'Cuz this gas is killing me.
I used to fill my tank with a fist full of ones
But now I have a choice between crying or writing puns.
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