I pulled up to the pump, watched the numbers jump and soar,
They climbed so fast I thought they’d bust right through the floor.
I said, “Now hold on, friend, I ain’t made of diamond dust,”
But the pump just kept on grinnin’—get down 'n gas up.

Get down,  gas up,
Yeah, get down,  gas up.
When the pump hits your wallet like a runaway truck—
Get down, gas up.

The price per gallon winked at me like it knew my fate,
Said, “You’re payin’ for the privilege, buddy—ain’t it great?”
I laughed so loud the folks nearby thought I’d cracked up,
’Cause humor’s still the only thing they haven’t marked up.

A fella at the next pump whispered, “Lord, this ain’t right,”
He checked his balance twice like he was searchin’ for daylight.
Then he chuckled, shook his head, said, “Man, this world is rough,”
But laughin’s still tax-free—get down and gas up.

Stopped by the corner market, grabbed a loaf and some cheap beer,
The cashier rang it up and said, “That’ll be… well,----- DAMNED.”
I said, “Is this bread or bullion?” She said, “Honey, times are tough.”
Then she laughed, ’cause humor’s still free—get down, gas up.

Get down, gas up,
Yeah, get down, gas up.
When the pump hits your wallet like a runaway truck—
Get down, gas up.

Old man Farmer on the sidewalk said, “Son, don’t lose your cool,
These times’ll test your patience like a long line at the school.”
He tapped his cane and grinned, said, “Life’s a joke that won’t let up,
So laugh before you cry—get down, gas up.”

They’ve raised the price of groceries, rent, and even paper cups,
They’ve hiked the cost of everything from soup to growed-up stuff.
But they can’t slap a surcharge on a joke that cracks you up,
So humor’s still the bargain—get down, gas up.

Now every time I fill the tank, I treat it like a show:
The pump does all the drama, I just stand there in the glow.
And when that total hits the sky, I say, “Alright, that’s enough,”
Then grin, ’cause humor’s still free—get down, gas up.

Miss Claudette was fussin’ ’bout the cost of her shampoo,
Said, “For this price, it better solve my problems too.”
Then she burst out laughin’, said, “This world is plum messed up,”
But laughter’s still on clearance—get down, gas up.

Get down, gas up,
Yeah, get down, gas up.
When the pump hits your wallet like a old tow truck—
Get down, gas up.

So when the pump starts starin’ like it’s callin’ your bluff,
Just laugh right back at it— 'n get down, gas up.