A big bag of trouble baby
Jet black hair
They're written with spit
You're buying us
You're just a fink for the man
So baby, so sweet
They're written with spit
You're just a fink for the man
The midnight riders
But baby, you flipped
Whoa, every time
You sure let me know
You make me flip, get up and go
You make me flip, baby
But you don't give a damn
Leather on thigh
I seen your letters
I seen your letters
You got it, I want it
I wish, it was me
Hanging 'round your neck
You don't give a damn
And you're Fink for that man
Oh, we could be just the best
You're taking care of business