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