Verse 1: What is it keeps this world of ours a-going?
What is it makes us happy night and day?
What is this precious thing for which we're blowing,
Each blessed dollar of our weekly pay?
What takes us, breaks us, shakes us and awakes us?
What is the greatest thing beneath the sun?
What helps us all along the line then makes us
Have many bills to pay when day is done?

Chorus: Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!
Everywhere you go you smell it, every motor seems to yell it,
Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!
That's the cry that echoes [through] your dreams.
Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!
In this land of milk and honey, 'tisn't love, it isn't money.
Rules the world, now ain't if funny?
Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!

Verse 2: It hurries us to scenes of joy or sadness,
Up in the air upon the land or sea,
It cleans our clothes, it fills our hearts with gladness,
And likewise fills the pockets of John D.,
It kindles fires, it puts them out, it carries
Poliecemen, firemen, merchant king and slave.
It thrills, it kills, it separates, it marries,
It takes us from the cradle to the grave.

Chorus: Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!
Everywhere you go you smell it, every motor seems to yell it,
Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!
That's the cry that echoes [through] your dreams.
Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!
In this land of milk and honey, 'tisn't love, it isn't money.
Rules the world, now ain't if funny?
Gas-o-line! Gas-o-line!