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