Work for me Do what I tell you to do Work for me Do what I want you to do I am not an apple I am not a plum You can't know the wealth of my seat You'll sleep on the pipeline And rise with the sun Meet the moon on your feet See the holy roller Set to rollin' Rollin' home on a bone Wearing lace on his face He don't make me shake He don't make me vain I want a man Had to work for his name You are not a cripple And it ain't like you'll run Yet you stand With your axe in the shade This island is ripe And you have your axe I want to see you cry Making my lemonade See the holy roller rollin' home In a hot air balloon Living on the love Of a lofty birth place You won't see me swoon You won't see me shy I want a man make my Apple pie