Where there is oil, I’ll be thereYou and I travel to the beat of a big oil drum
Oh can’t you see by my car that runs 15 gallons to the mile
The lord above made man to rob his neighbor
No matter where with neighbors he is cursed
The lord above made man to rob his neighbor, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
With a little luck I’ll get there first
With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of bloomin’ luck
The gentle sheiks were made for us to curry
To drill our oil and keep it flowing without cease
The gentle sheiks were made for us to curry, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
We can have it all and call it peace
I ain’t no wimp I ain’t no gimp
Don’t need no symphony
I played this one alone
With Tony Blair on tympani
I ain’t no fall guy, I’m a tall guy
And I’m gonna do
What Cheney tells me to