I WORK AT THE GULF
HER DADDY OWNS
THE SHELL
JUST ACROSS THE STREET
SHE WASHES
WINDSHIELDS
I PUMP SOME GAS AND
OUR EYES MEET
IN HER CUT-OFF JEANS
AND HER HALTER TOP
THE LIGHT IS GREEN
BUT THE CARS
STILL STOP
SOME OLD BOY GIVES
HER A REDNECK YELL
DOWN AT THE GULF
AND THE SHELL
SHE SMILES AND I FEEL
THAT OCEAN BREEZE
THE PUMPS ON
THE ISLAND
SWAY LIKE PALM TREES
THE ASPHALT MOVES
LIKE AN OCEAN SWELL
THE SALTY AIR KILLS
THE GASOLINE SMELL
DOWN AT THE GULF
AND THE SHELL
I WALK INTO THE
SERVICE BAY
WADIN' THROUGH
TIRES
PATCH UP A TUBE FOR
A KID ON A BIKE
CHANGE SOME PLUGS
AND WIRES
PUT AN OLD CADDY
UP ON THE RACK
THEN I STAND AND
WATCH HER
AND RUB MY BACK
THEN A CAR PULLS IN AND
HE RINGS THE BELL
DOWN AT THE GULF
AND THE SHELL
SHE SMILES AND I FEEL
THAT OCEAN BREEZE
THE PUMPS ON
THE ISLAND
SWAY LIKE PALM TREES
THE ASPHALT MOVES
LIKE AN OCEAN SWELL
THE SALTY AIR KILLS
THE GASOLINE SMELL
DOWN AT THE GULF
AND THE SHELL
DO DREAMS COME TRUE
YOU CAN NEVER TELL
DOWN AT THE GULF AND
THE SHELL MM MM MM