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Propane shortage in the Northeast
Freeze a Yankee
1979
Music by Bob Arnold
Lyrics by Bob Arnold & Bill Sturgeon
CHORUS
Freeze a Yankee, drive seventy-five and freeze ‘em alive
Freeze a Yankee, let your thermostat rise and give ‘em a surprise
Governor Briscoe promised us that if any [darn] Yankee [raised] a fuss
We’d turn off the gas, cut off the oil and let ‘em all freeze and boil
VERSE 1
Now President Carter was a good ol’ boy, a Southerner through and through
But when he asked all Americans to sacrifice, he really meant you-know-who
He wants all our oil and our nuclear fuels
Now what does he take us for, silly fools?
The president wants us to pass our gas, now ain’t that a kick in the . . .
CHORUS
VERSE 2
They don’t want an oil rig around their seashore, Lord its a terrible sight
And don’t you try to drill in their dirty, old water, if you do you’re in for a fight
Senator Kennedy told me himself
That he wouldn’t let us drill on the Continental Shelf
So when they try to get Texans to drill another well, we can tell ‘em all to go to . . .
Hyannis Port
VERSE 3
Cram them Yankees into little bitty cars while we drive around in limousines
There ain’t nothin’ in the world any more fun then pumpin’ gas in them big mo-chines
Us Texans love our Cadillacs, big Continentals and Pontiacs
We’re gonna keep all the oil that we can make, and let them Yankees shiver and shake
VERSE 4
Them Yankees say they need our oil and they gotta have gasoline
But don’t you put no refineries way up north, they wanna keep their air real clean
They only got enough lignite to last till midnight
Not enough fuel to keep their beer real cool
But we’ll send you lots of oil, now don’t you fear
If you promise not to move down here!
CHORUS TAG
Freeze a Yankee, Alleluia
Keep your Confederate credit cards, the South’s gonna rise again!
1979
Music by Bob Arnold
Lyrics by Bob Arnold & Bill Sturgeon
CHORUS
Freeze a Yankee, drive seventy-five and freeze ‘em alive
Freeze a Yankee, let your thermostat rise and give ‘em a surprise
Governor Briscoe promised us that if any [darn] Yankee [raised] a fuss
We’d turn off the gas, cut off the oil and let ‘em all freeze and boil
VERSE 1
Now President Carter was a good ol’ boy, a Southerner through and through
But when he asked all Americans to sacrifice, he really meant you-know-who
He wants all our oil and our nuclear fuels
Now what does he take us for, silly fools?
The president wants us to pass our gas, now ain’t that a kick in the . . .
CHORUS
VERSE 2
They don’t want an oil rig around their seashore, Lord its a terrible sight
And don’t you try to drill in their dirty, old water, if you do you’re in for a fight
Senator Kennedy told me himself
That he wouldn’t let us drill on the Continental Shelf
So when they try to get Texans to drill another well, we can tell ‘em all to go to . . .
Hyannis Port
VERSE 3
Cram them Yankees into little bitty cars while we drive around in limousines
There ain’t nothin’ in the world any more fun then pumpin’ gas in them big mo-chines
Us Texans love our Cadillacs, big Continentals and Pontiacs
We’re gonna keep all the oil that we can make, and let them Yankees shiver and shake
VERSE 4
Them Yankees say they need our oil and they gotta have gasoline
But don’t you put no refineries way up north, they wanna keep their air real clean
They only got enough lignite to last till midnight
Not enough fuel to keep their beer real cool
But we’ll send you lots of oil, now don’t you fear
If you promise not to move down here!
CHORUS TAG
Freeze a Yankee, Alleluia
Keep your Confederate credit cards, the South’s gonna rise again!
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