Fill Her Up
Mobile station, where I stand
This old gas pump in my hand
The boss don't like me
A face like a weasel
Oil on my hand
And the smell of diesel
Here comes a big shot
(Here he comes!)
From the city
(Goddamn!)
A V8 engine
She runs so pretty
(Woo!)
Fill her up, son, unleaded
I need a full tank of gas where I'm headed
Up in the front seat
A pretty red-head
We're going to Vegas
We're gonna get wed
So fill her up son!
Don't be starin'!
Yeah, that's a real diamond
She be wearin'
I'm gonna take my baby one day (yeah)
I'm gonna fill her up and head west
That's it
I'm gonna find some money, all right
See those tail lights heading west
I got no money to invest
I got no prospects or education
I was lucky getting a job at this gas station
That old cash box
(That old cash box)
On the top shelf
(On the top shelf)
The boss is sleeping
(The boss is sleeping)
I'll just help myself
Let's consider this
As just a loan
I can sort it out
Later on the phone
I'm gonna pick my girl up tonight
I'm gonna fill her up and head west
I'm gonna show her all the bright lights
We're gonna say we lived 'fore we come home
And as I head through the woods on the way back
The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty
It's like I walked into a glade of heaven
And there's music playing
This money is cold in my hand
And a voice somewhere is saying
"Why would you wanna take that stolen thing?"
"What real happiness can it bring?"
You're gonna fill her up with sadness
You're gonna fill her up with shame
You're gonna fill her up with sorrow
Before she even takes your name
You're gonna fill her up with madness
You're gonna fill her up with blame
You're gonna live with no tomorrow
You're gonna fill her up with pain
You're gonna fill her up with darkness
You're gonna fill her up with night
You gotta fill her up with Jesus!
You gotta fill her up with light!
You gotta fill her up with spirit!
You gotta fill her up with grace
You gotta fill her up with heaven!
You got the rest of life to face
You gotta fill her up the right way
You gotta fill her up with care
You gotta fill her up with babies
You gotta fill her up with this way
You're gonna love that girl forever
You're gonna fill her up for life
You're gonna be her loving husband
She gonna be your loving wife
You've gotta fill her up with gladness
You gotta fill her up with joy!
You gotta fill her up with love
You gotta fill her up with love
This old gas pump in my hand
The boss don't like me
A face like a weasel
Oil on my hand
And the smell of diesel
Here comes a big shot
(Here he comes!)
From the city
(Goddamn!)
A V8 engine
She runs so pretty
(Woo!)
Fill her up, son, unleaded
I need a full tank of gas where I'm headed
Up in the front seat
A pretty red-head
We're going to Vegas
We're gonna get wed
So fill her up son!
Don't be starin'!
Yeah, that's a real diamond
She be wearin'
I'm gonna take my baby one day (yeah)
I'm gonna fill her up and head west
That's it
I'm gonna find some money, all right
See those tail lights heading west
I got no money to invest
I got no prospects or education
I was lucky getting a job at this gas station
That old cash box
(That old cash box)
On the top shelf
(On the top shelf)
The boss is sleeping
(The boss is sleeping)
I'll just help myself
Let's consider this
As just a loan
I can sort it out
Later on the phone
I'm gonna pick my girl up tonight
I'm gonna fill her up and head west
I'm gonna show her all the bright lights
We're gonna say we lived 'fore we come home
And as I head through the woods on the way back
The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty
It's like I walked into a glade of heaven
And there's music playing
This money is cold in my hand
And a voice somewhere is saying
"Why would you wanna take that stolen thing?"
"What real happiness can it bring?"
You're gonna fill her up with sadness
You're gonna fill her up with shame
You're gonna fill her up with sorrow
Before she even takes your name
You're gonna fill her up with madness
You're gonna fill her up with blame
You're gonna live with no tomorrow
You're gonna fill her up with pain
You're gonna fill her up with darkness
You're gonna fill her up with night
You gotta fill her up with Jesus!
You gotta fill her up with light!
You gotta fill her up with spirit!
You gotta fill her up with grace
You gotta fill her up with heaven!
You got the rest of life to face
You gotta fill her up the right way
You gotta fill her up with care
You gotta fill her up with babies
You gotta fill her up with this way
You're gonna love that girl forever
You're gonna fill her up for life
You're gonna be her loving husband
She gonna be your loving wife
You've gotta fill her up with gladness
You gotta fill her up with joy!
You gotta fill her up with love
You gotta fill her up with love
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Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner
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