I pulled into the regular pump    I was feelin' quite at ease    I rolled down my window and told the man    "Fifty cents worth, please"    Then out jumped my partner    With his trusty pellet gun    He said, "Boy, this is a holdup    Keep pumpin' and don't run."       (Chorus)    And now I wish I was somewhere other than here    Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer    Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here    Cause that great fillin' station holdup    Cost me two good years.       We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP    A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV    Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career    We're wanted men-we'll strike again!    But first let's have a beer.    (Chorus)    We were sittin' in the Krystal    About as drunk as we could be    In walked the deputy sheriff    He was holding our TV    He roughed us, then he cuffed us    And he took us off to jail    No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail.    (Repeat chorus)