Texty: Elton John. Leather Jackets. Angeline.

Well, I'm work shy, I'm wild-eyed
So shut that door when the baby cries
Keep me well fed, give me warm bread
Lay my body on a feather bed

And spoil me, Angeline, get to work
When the whistle screams, Angeline

Maybe someday, some way
Somewhere in the future there's more pay
Give me more cash, bring me sour mash
Peel me a grape and fetch my stash

And bite me, Angeline, let me use
You like a sex machine, Angeline

You've got to swing that hammer, punch that card
Angeline, I love you when you work so hard
Swing that hammer and sew my jeans
Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean, Angeline

Well, I talk tough, I act rough
Lay still honey, I can't get enough
And keep your nose clean, let me be
On your knees when you speak to me

And trust me, Angeline and talk real dirty
And I'll make you scream, Angeline

You've got to swing that hammer and punch that card
Angeline, I love you when you work so hard
Swing that hammer and sew my jeans
Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean

You've got to swing that hammer, punch that card
Angeline, I love you when you work so hard
Swing that hammer and sew my jeans
Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean

Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean
Angeline, Angeline, treat her mean, Angeline
Treat her mean, Angeline, treat her mean, Angeline