The Oil Drum

A bit of levity this Friday morning before the serious discussions begin.

Peak Oil song (think country-western when you imagine the tune)

The price of oil is on the rise;
A hundred dollars, for the barrel size,
And now we're feelin' pain at the pump.
I love my truck, I do declare;
And this cost of gas, it just ain't fair,
So politicians pander from the stump.

I get up early for the morning commute,
Stop for coffee and a donut too.
Convenience is what I treasure best.
I take a look at the price of fuel,
And see a number that's mighty cruel.
This can't be, I angrily protest.

Three sixty-nine, three sixty-nine
A gallon of gas is three sixty-nine

A couple of months pass on by,
But the price of gas stays real high.
It absolutely will not retreat.
Day by day, I read the news,
And see a dozen different views
All about an oil production peak.

Seems we've used a lotta crude;
Can't grow more like we do with food,
And now the world is in a kind of bind.
My morning drive is changing fast;
No more snacks, just money for gas.
A bargain price is long and far behind.

Four eighty-nine, four eighty-nine
A gallon of gas is four eighty-nine

Costs 88 dollars for half a tank;
Much more of this, I'll break the bank,
So with a heartfelt sigh, I say goodbye.
Built Ford-tough but thirsty as hell,
I list her in the paper, priced to sell,
But not one call, no one wants to buy.

Times are hard and money's tight;
Foreclosures spread suburban blight.
Costs too much to hit the road and roam.
Summertime is comin' soon,
But instead of singin' a happy tune,
We all just hunker down and stay at home.

Brian

I actually wrote this last fall, before oil hit $100. Sorry for the crummy chorus. No, I won't try to sing it and post it on YouTube.