Sixteen and time to pay off

I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe

Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week

But it's a paycheck, Jack.

It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara

You could faint in the heat

But these bitches are just too lame to understand

Too goddamned grateful to get this job

To know they're getting screwed up the ass

All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium

And the way they suck hot sausage

But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither

I was moral school girl hard-working asshole

I figured I was speedo motorcycle

I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough



But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,]

You gotta find the rhythm within

Floor boss slides up to me and he says

"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast,

You screwin' up the quota,

You doin' your piece work too fast,

Now you get off your mustang sally

You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere."

I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar

And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say

"Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow,

There's always more labor after."

She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says

"There's one reason. There's one reason.

You do it my way or I push your face in.

We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally,

If you don't shake it up baby." Shake it up, baby. Twist