In a message dated 7/18/2002 2:55:44 AM Central Daylight Time,
Nmherman@aol.com writes:


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> Petrol Gang
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> Please Mr. President, say it isn't so. And I have a buck till I'm on duct
> ten row. Please Mr. President, say it isn't so. I don't wanna, pay $10.00
> for gas. I got nowhere to go…I talk to Mr. Getty I talk to Texaco. I talk
> to Standard Oil. They say they got plenty to go..oh. Please Mr. President,
> say it isn't so. I don't have to sell my Cadillac that I, just paid for. I
> just paid for…Play it faster Stu. Bit behind there..dear. About two miles
> (pause) behind me. Please Mr. President, say it isn't so. I don't have to
> sell my Cadillac that I just paid for. I talk to Mr. Getty. And I talk to
> Standard Oil. They say they got plenty. But they ain't gonna part for no
> more. Please Mr. Getty, I'm from Standard Oil. I'm down in Houston, where
> they got it all stored. I phone the coaster, the funk, and all the guard.
> We don't need none of those. We don't need any of that Arab stuff. Aw,
> please Mr. President, say it isn't so. I don't have to sell my Cadillac, I
> just paid for. My friend says the trouble is this country's too Goddamn
> big. Maybe we should pull it in from the ages a bit. Maybe that way we'll
> have so far to go. I called Mr. Getty, I even called-up Texaco, Texaco.
> They got plenty left, they got, plenty to go. Hey Mr. President, say it
> isn't so. Aw, Mr. President, say it isn't so. Why do I have to sell my
> Cadillac I just paid for, I just paid for…