Classical Gas - Vanessa-Mae

There was a man on the road bout an hour ago

And he was looking for a ride to New Mexico

Well we was driving by Way too fast to know

Well then we got to the place on a high speed chase

There was a girlie in the corner with a plastic face

And then she disappeared without a trace

I say without a trace

Well now we’re kicking back and we’re sipping beers

And there’s a man telling stories about his inner fears

We was all choked up and too close to tears

Well then we moved on up to some margaritas

And we started making faces at the senoritas

Playing drinking games, but they were all too drunk to beat us Well now, my car broke down about an hour ago

We were heading on down to New Mexico,

But, well we.

we did not see the gas was low

(Chorus)

Hey, hey, I said the gas was low

The gas was low

The gas was low

The gas was low

The gas was low

The gas was low

Hey, the gas was low.

Hey.

Lalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaa

We got back to the party

We been on the road we’re kinda dirty

I seen this girl I said you’re mighty purty.

Well I said hello, bout an hour ago

We were heading on down to the big brass show,

But hey, we did not see, the gas was low

(Chorus)

About an hour, about an hour ago

About an hour, about an hour ago

About an hour… about — an hour ago.