Gasolina - Elvis Perkins

Go ask for the gasoline, mama

Go ask for the gasoline, mama

say please, oh pretty please

may I have the Gasolina Mama

Oh but i let you win

you silhouette and wing

I could have caught the dawn

with the ear of blue corn

but I let you win

you indefinite thing

Now go ask for the gasoline, mama

Go ask for the gasoline, mama

say please, oh pretty please

may I have the Gasolina Mama

See, I up and staged my death

in the mosquito net

there by Grandma’s house

I lay quiet as a spouse

the pink porpoise within

sang to the jungle him

«You are in no shape to drive»

And a maze you’ll make out just fine

now the vine is tossed

you are no more lost

than is the wind

now let me in

then we’ll ask for the gasoline, mama

we’ll ask for the gasoline, mama

say please o pretty please

may I have the Gasolina Mama

Mama mama

mama mama

mama mama

mama