This little diddy was written by Michael Lynch over at Reason Magazine. He’s titled it “Addicted to Oil.”
With apologies to Robert Palmer (addicted to love):
Your motor?s on, you?re far from home
Your fuel is not your own.
Your car drives, your motor whines
Another tank and you?ll be fine
You can?t drill, it won?t seep
There?s no doubt, you?re in deep
Your nozzle?s tight, you can?t refuel
Another tank is what you need
Whoa, you like to think you?re an enviro nut, oh yeah
It?s closer to the truth to say you can?t get enough, you know you?re going to have to face it you?re addicted to oil.
You see the signs, but don?t slow down
You?re racing fast, all over town
Your engine runs at overdrive
Another tank, and you?re alive
A one track mind, it?s Indy style
The passing lane is all you crave
If there?s some left for you
You don?t mind if you refuel
Whoa, you like to think you?re an enviro nut, oh yeah
It?s closer to the truth to say you can?t get enough, you know you?re going to have to face it you?re addicted to oil.
