for sour crude i toil
the barrelfuls i down
i can't stop drinking oil
my blood's about to boil
no stations left in town
for sour crude i toil
my delicacy spoiled
by politics and clowns
i can't stop drinking oil
she's black as night, char broiled
a dame of great renown
for sour crude i toil
with ruthless tendrils coil
no place I'd rather drown
i can't stop drinking oil
thy buried oceans roil
thy liquid golden crown
for sour crude i toil
i can't stop drinking oil