Octane

[Terry Blanton]

Written during my staff meeting this morning:

Octane

(to the tune of “Cocaine” with apologies to Eric Clapton and JJ Cale)

If you wanna go out you’ve got to take her out, octane.
Nawlins has drowned, we gotta slow down, octane.
I must buy, I must buy, I must buy, octane.

Gas lines are new, open stations are few, octane.
When the gauge says “none”, you go for a loan, octane.
It’s too high, it’s too high, it’s too high, octane.

When your money is gone and you wanna ride on, octane.
Put your case on your back, take your bike off the rack, octane.
We all cry, we all cry, we all cry, “Octane!”

I must buy, it’s too high, we all cry, “Octane!”