Fink for the Man

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