Gas dude!
You're here!
You're so darn nice!
Like a puppy, or baby deer!

You have a border collie,
who licks and plays,
who you wish would bark a little,
like Mogwai did today,
when you walked out the back,
and read our magical numbers,
on our gas meter, hooray!

You said goodbye,
and were friendly and such,
I'd have you around for dinner,
I don't think that's too much,
praise and joy and gratidude,
for doing your job,
thanks for everything,
mister super nice,
gas dude.

Come on gas dude,
please arrive,
so I can go do things,
like shower and drive,
to the post office,
to send my nanna a letter,
and to the chemist to buy drugs,
to make me feel better.

Come on gas dude,
don't let me down,
I know your job is hard,
travelling across town,
to read a few numbers,
from a dial, old school,
to smile and be friendly,
to unshowered old fools,
who joke about how,
they could do your job,
five millions times over,
between when you said you'd be here
and now...