Slick it back

Gimme some grease

You got it

I want it

So baby so sweet



Jett black hair

Leather on thigh

You make me flip baby

Whoa

Everytime



But you don't give a damn

You're just a fink for the man

You sure let me know

You don't give a damn

You're just a fink for the man

You make me flip

Get up and go



The midnight riders hanging round your neck

I wish it was me

Oh, we could be just the best



I seen your letters

They're written with spit

Your taking care of business

But baby

You flipped



I seen your letters

They're written with spit

And you're Fink for that man

You're buying us a big bag of trouble baby

But I know that's your plan