Lamenting the high cost of filling up

I get gas and I feel awful.
Real discomfort. Chronic ouch.
And that hurt within in my wallet
makes me grumpy as a grouch.

I feel pain as I stand pumping
with that nozzle in my hand.
I spend more than half a hundred
just to fill my minivan.

There’s a knot within my stomach
and an ache within my head.
I’m a hostage to the Saudis
every time my car gets fed.

Spinning numbers leave me dizzy.
Every time they stop, I lose.
It’s just like the slots in Vegas.
It’s a case of gas pain blues.