In the underground, well, he play on his Joen

When he boogie drive, he don't need no rhythm band

Well, he work all day for the price of a T-bone steak

Well, he work all day for the price of a T-bone steak

He's a real antique, you can see that he no fake

Well, he drive all year, but he pushed that motor down

Well, he drive all year, but he pushed that motor down

He don't shed no tear, but he cry all through the town

Well, he work all night, just to fill his woman good

Yes, he work all night just to do his woman good

Yeah, he always grabbed, but he never understood.

lyrics transcribed by Dan Matovina
corrections thanks to Tom Brennan