Well my fräulein done told me When I was in goose-steps She said I would gas them And now I'm a big man Filling up autos That beep at me often
I drop what I'm doing And wait on them cheerfully Some choose the big pump And other's the small It's a small, small world And I hear them autos call
Well I'm a big time pumper And I pump 'em full of my gas If you give me static I'll tell you, blow it up your ass
My station is pretty I keep it in top shape The customers dig me 'Cause I got the answers To all of their auto needs
I fix 'em up often And relieve their tension 'Cause no one wants an auto That threatens to lose it
The auto's come crawling Into my station They beep at me always I stop what I'm doing And greet them with smiles I call "fill 'er up?" They yell back "one dollar"
I wipe all the dead bugs And dirt off their windshield And connect my big hose Up to their gas tank The gas hums as it enters And fills up their empty tank
I do two at a time now Well, I've developed a technique My timing is very good If not always precise I give them a fair deal They drive off satisfied We need each other's business Without which we could not survive
We like to trade money Because it means honor Not like those people Who are sick and can't touch it Because they're unhealthy They leave me cold
I help who I can help And feel nothing for those who Don't come to my station I'll only tow those who Show me their honor I can't help everybody And I'm not my brother's keeper
And those who come to me We huddle together Despite the weather We find strength in our circle I'm very important To the big and the little guy
We all need each other To keep ourselves going Their auto's all need me My pump's need their empty tanks And If the good lord is willing We shall be here to the end
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