I met my love
At the end of the line
She was sittin' in hers
I was sittin' in mine
We were waiting for gas
Out Santa Monica way
It was beginning to look like
It would take all day
We were fated to meet
And I can show you how
Our licence plates were both even
And we both said - oh wow
We were inching forwards
We continued to chat
We both turned out to be Pisces
Can you imagine that
Though she answered to Bambi
Her folks had named her Ruth
Her licence plate was so humble
It simply said ‘For Truth'
I said this crisis
Was gettin' me down
Bambi said she was counting
On Jerry Brown
Jerry Brown was her hero
Bambi thought he was cool
I replied I can hear you
He is nobody's fool
He knows about music
He knows about dress
You talk about Jerry
You're talkin' gas
We finally got to the gas pump
Bambi got her gas
To me they said sorry
But that was the last
I blushed and remembered
But I confessed that I cried
As Bambi seemed to grow cooler
My engine spluttered and died
The last I saw of my true love
She was pulling away
She said she would see me
We'd take a meeting someday
Goodbye to my Bambi
There's a tear in my eye
I'll remember forever
The day the pumps went dry