Songtext von 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