You heard Jackson Browne sing the laments of cocaine,
But my tale of woe is the use of propane.
I’m not knocking the product, four years now I’ve used it.
The pig has sat in my yard and I’ve never abused it.

This born and bred “city gal” prefers good old natural gas.
With no pipeline the only kind that’s natural comes out my ass.
But at the end of the tunnel, a light I can see
Good old CE is here to save my life, for a fee.

Eight thousand big ones is all that it’ll cost,
And if I can’t pay it then my firstborn is lost.
Yes my dear friends I used him as collateral.
His wife is upset, but that is quite natural.

Soon I won’t have to pick up the phone,
Call up the bank and get a new loan.
When I need heat I’ll just turn up the dial.
And sit watching it snow with a great big smile.