Lyrics:

Sixteen and time to pay offI got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipeForty hours thirty-six dollars a weekBut it's a paycheck, Jack.It's so hot in here, hot like SaharaYou could faint in the heatBut these bitches are just too lame to understandToo goddamned grateful to get this jobTo know they're getting screwed up the assAll these women they got no teeth or gum or craniumAnd the way they suck hot sausageBut me well I wasn't sayin' too much neitherI was moral school girl hard-working assholeI figured I was speedo motorcycleI had to earn my dough, had to earn my doughBut no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,]You gotta find the rhythm withinFloor 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 sallyYou ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere.'I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of RomilarAnd 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