| Song | The Great Filling Station Holdup |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean |
| 作词 : Buffett | |
| Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett Music：Jimmy Buffett | |
| 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) |
| zuò cí : Buffett | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| 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 menwe' 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 |