[Verse 1] Came in hot from the back of the dune, Got a bag full of spice and a dirty tune. She said, “You fix rigs?” — I said, “Sometimes. But I give better service below the waistline.” Worm sign rising, yeah I ride ‘til it hurts, Bustin' out drills and rippin’ up shirts. I don't fix leaks but I’ll make you gush — Desert ain’t dry when you’re rollin' with us. [Chorus] We do sand jobs — down in the grit, Dig it in deep, don’t quit ‘til it fits. Greasin' up the gears where the sun don’t shine, One part outlaw, two parts slime. Sand jobs — call it what you want, But once you ride the worm, you’ll never stop the haunt. We work hard, we play worse — Spit in your engine, now show me that thirst. [Verse 2] No water? No problem. I stay slick. Tongue like a thumper, slow then quick. She said “Fremen don’t moan,” but tonight they will — Got her climbing the walls of my sietch-built drill. Goggles off, let’s get obscene, I’m the dirtiest dealer on this side of Dune. From Arrakeen to the spice-stained flats, I’m laying pipe where the worm sign’s at. [Chorus] We do sand jobs — filthy and proud, Low whispers in high dunes, scream it loud. Got two fists and a whole lotta lube, Call me a heretic, but you’ll beg for the tube. Sand jobs — deep and raw, More moans than a Bene Gesserit law. Crank it up, let the worm uncoil, I’ll make you squirm in your own backoil. [Bridge] Shai-Hulube… come and take me whole, Let the desert swallow my soul. Every grain knows my name, Every moan, a sacred flame. [Final Chorus] Sand jobs — one more time, We don’t do clean, we don’t do kind. Spice in your veins, heat in your throat, We wrote the gospel, now ride the note. Sand jobs — the legend's true, If you got a leak, we’ll drill you through. Call the guild, let it drop — We start in the dunes and finish on top.
