The Great Filling Station Holdup

I pulled into the regular pump I was feelin' quite at ease I rolled down my window and told the man "Fifty cents worth, please" Then out jumped my partner With his trusty pellet gun He said, "Boy, this is a holdup Keep pumpin' and don't run." [Chorus:] And now I wish I was somewhere other than here Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here Cause that great fillin' station holdup Cost me two good years. We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career We're wanted men-we'll strike again! But first let's have a beer. [Chorus] We were sittin' in the Krystal About as drunk as we could be In walked the deputy sheriff He was holding our TV He roughed us, then he cuffed us And he took us off to jail No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail. [Chorus]