Down Two Cents and Up A Dime
By Larry Linville
There's a rock in my hand I want to throw
I am so angry most all of the time.
When I pull in to fill up my gas tank
it is down two cents then up a dime.
The local dealer is not the real cause.
His profit's not what makes it climb.
He's not to blame as he changes the sign
it is down two cents then up a dime.
The fat cats and execs are prospering
and living their lives so sublime.
While I get more angry every day
it is down two cents then up a dime.
Congress tells us there is nothing to do.
They don't really think there's a crime.
All I know is my billfold's getting thin
it is down two cents then up a dime.
So here I walk with that rock in my hand
watching the prices as they climb.
My car is sitting with an empty tank
since it's down two cents and up a dime.
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1 comment:
Hey! Isn't the Congress predominantly - Oh! Never mind.
The gas prices tick me off, too. Even my son has an opinion about the subject - and he's not even 16 yet.
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