Sniffin' Gasoline

Melody by Peggy Sullivan
Concept by Kevin Cavanagh
Words by Mike Murray, Peggy Sullivan, Kevin Cavanagh

Rednecks still get high on beer 
Last time that I checked
Some folks they wear razor blades
On chains around their necks
Hippies smokin' pipes and bongs
I never made that scene
'cause I grew up on Daddy's farm
Sniffin' gasoline

	CHORUS:

	NOW MY LEFT LEG'S GOT A TREMOR
	AND MY HANDS THEY GOT THE SHAKES
	AND WHEN I DROOL AND SLOBBER
	MY MAMA'S HEART JUST BREAKS
	BUT I NEVER QUARREL WITH THE LAW  
	THERE'S JUST ME AND MY DREAMS
	NODDIN' OFF OUT IN THE GARAGE 
	SNIFFIN' GASOLINE

Papa moved back to the land
In nineteen sixty eight
And I think I was a grown man
'fore I ever saw him straight
He tried cactus bulbs, banana peels
And morning-glory seeds
Mushrooms, coke and cannabis
And even Jimson weed.

I knew I had to save my self
To learn to just say no
And I really didn't want to mess
With stuff you had to grow
'fraid to try and buy my high
From the criminal class
My life was pedestrian
'til I discovered gas

	CHORUS

Sniffin gas has messed my mind
But life still ain't half bad
Like a free lobotomy
You never see me sad
There's lots of things a guy can do
With only half a brain
Livin' in the fast lane
At ninety-two octane

I never cruise around in cars
Without a place to go
I just hang out with Uncle Bob
Down at the Texaco
I always leave the girls alone
Don't need a smoker's patch
Never smoked a cigarette
I'm scared to light a match.

	CHORUS

(repeat first verse)