angel in my pocket

Lyrics

i drive a souped-up sickle, i lead a tough life, i get the women when i whistle, i keep up at night, i lost my job down at the station, but i don't kill 'em all, i got a buffalo nickel and a rabbit foot, looking for some good luck, well i'm all hillbilly, from my mullet to my boots, so don't you mess around with me, i got a screw loose, so when the devil's talking to me, and i feel i can't stop him, i call the angel in my pocket, 'cause i know she's gonna rock it, yeah the skinny little angel was attacked by a crow, she's got a red hot paper with a smooth flow, when she slides her jimmy like a lovesick duck, she leaves me grinning like a monkey on a coconut truck, so when the demons press on through me, and the blues come knocking, i call the angel in my pocket, 'cause i know she's gonna rock it, she's gonna rock it, so when the people treat me crudely, i shut my door and i lock it, i call the angel in my pocket, 'cause i know she's gonna rock it, i call the angel in my pocket, 'cause i know she's gonna rock it, i call the angel in my pocket, 'cause i know she's gonna rock it, she's gonna rock it, she gonna rock it, she gonna rock it