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