| Lyrics: | Sixteen and time to pay off
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
Forty hours
thirty-six dollars a week
But it's a paycheck, Jack.
It's so hot in here, hot like
Sahara
You could faint in the heat
But these bitches are just too lame to understand
Too
goddamned grateful to get this job
To know they're getting screwed up the ass
All these
women they got no teeth or gum or cranium
And the way they suck hot sausage
But me well I
wasn't sayin' too much neither
I was moral school girl hard-working asshole
I figured I was
speedo motorcycle
I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough
But no you gotta, you
gotta [relate, babe,]
You gotta find the rhythm within
Floor boss slides up to me and he
says
"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast,
You screwin' up the quota,
You doin' your
piece work too fast,
Now you get off your mustang sally
You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't
goin' nowhere."
I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot
shit Dot Hook and I say
"Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or
slow,
There's always more labor after."
She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and
she says
"There's one reason. There's one reason.
You do it my way or I push your face
in.
We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally,
If you
don't shake it up baby." Shake it up, baby. Twist |
