Squeaky Wheel Gets The Oil
Written by Neil Robert Herd
My soup is cold my room’s too small my train is late
Is that my main course or just a dirty plate?
I used to wonder, ask myself is it just me?
Who has to turn the tables, spin a protest melody
Chorus
The squeaky wheel gets the oil
no lubrication in a quiet nation
The squeaky wheel gets the oil,
no peace I there’s no grease
The squeaky wheel gets the oil,
no conversation if there’s no libation
A quiet kettle will not boil,
The squeaky wheel gets the oil
Thank God I’m in the bar, I raise my glass and cheer
My pint is genuine, it’s looking bright and clear
I say “bartender, could you fit a dram in here?”
He says “I think there’s space” I say “If that’s the
case, why don’t you fill it up with beer?"
Chorus
The squeaky wheel gets the oil
no lubrication in a quiet nation
The squeaky wheel gets the oil,
no peace I there’s no grease
The squeaky wheel gets the oil,
no conversation if there’s no libation
Pedals crank and the cheques are blank,
the squeaky wheel gets the oil
I think the manager respects a range of views
I read the comment book on any page I choose
I don’t agree with everything I read in there
I’m satisfied somebody wrote enough to care
It’s all gone quiet why is everyone so glum?
We threw a party we said anyone could come
Our bar ran dryer than we ever thought it would
We kept on way part closing time ‘cos we never
understood
Chorus
The squeaky wheel got the oil
The loudest mule drank all the fuel
The squeaky wheel got the oil
Now it’s too dry to cry
The squeaky wheel got the oil,
no rotation, no irrigation
Can’t bank on an empty tank,
as the squeaky wheel
got the oil
(c) Neil Robert Herd published by Cattle Call Music administered by 41GP Music Ltd