Well, my Fraulein done told me
When I was in goose steps
She said I would gas them
And now I'm a big manFilling up autos
That beep at me often
I drop what I'm doing
And wait on them cheerfullySome choose the big pump
And other's the small
It's a small, small world
And I hear 'em autos callWell, I'm a big time pumper
And I pump 'em full of my gas
And if you give me static
I'll tell ya blow it up your assMy station is pretty
I keep it in top shape
The customers dig me
'Cause I got the answers to all of their auto needsI fix 'em up often
And relieve their tension
'Cause no one wants an auto
That threatens to lose itThe auto's come crawlin' into my station
They beep at me always
I stop what I'm doing
And greet them with smiles, I call, "Fill 'er up?"I wipe all the dead bugs
And dirt off their windshield
And connect my big hose
Up to their gas tankThe gas hums as it enters
And fulls up their empty tank
I do two at a time now
I've developed a techniqueMy timing is very good
If not always precise
I give them a fair deal
They drive off satisfiedWe need each other's business
Without which we could not survive
We like to trade money
Because 't means honorNot like those people
Who are sick and can't touch it
Because they're unhealthy
They leave me coldI help who I can help
And feel nothing for those who
Don't come to my station
For I'll only tow those who show me their honorI can't help everybody
And I'm not my brother's keeper
We huddle together
And those who come to meWe huddle together
And despite the weather
We find strength in our circle
I'm very important to the big and the little guyWe all need each other to keep ourselves going
Their auto's all need me
My pump's need their empty tanks and
If the good Lord is willing we shall be here to the end
Pumping each other