Keep the Change Cuz

Nerves hang out at the idle pump Gas don't pump itself thinks Mr. Rich While Bubba plants himself out front Like an un-watered flower in the sun Picks his nose and spits tobacco Scratches private parts at no extra charge Snorts, “Talk is cheap.” “What-l-it-be boy.” The idle rich don't speak hillbilly The sun-glassed man points at premium A finger is a dialect Neanderthals understand Red necks preferred language over clicks and grunts That comes with understanding inbred afflictions Eloquently executed elocution with a simple digit To replace the usual marbles in the mouth chatter Chewed up words spit out as garbled Not fit for consumption under a hot Texas sun Who said anything about manners? Mr. Sun-glasses just wants some GD gas Not reptilian conversation When you don't know English you pump Petroleum comes from fossilized plants Formed over billions of years Why must we wait for man to arrive Over eons for creation to take place For the simple evolution of a smile It's not like there is a line stretched for miles To buy some petroleum products From a creature covered in grease Standing there with hose in hand Wondering with his best laid plans How to spell gas and make change And how to propose to his cousin