Fraulein

Well, my Fraulein 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 'em autos call
 
 Well, I'm a big time pumper
 And I pump 'em full of my gas
 And if you give me static
 I'll tell ya 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 crawlin' into my station
 They beep at me always
 I stop what I'm doing
 And greet them with smiles, I call, "Fill 'er up?"
 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
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 I do two at a time now
 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 't 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
 For I'll only tow those who show me their honor
 I can't help everybody
 And I'm not my brother's keeper
 We huddle together
 And those who come to me
 We huddle together
 And 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
 Pumping each other