Friday night and

I need a fight

My motorcycle and

a switchblade knife

Hand full of grease and

my hair feels right

But what I need to make

me tight are those

Girls, girls, girls

Long legs and

burgundy lips

Girls, girls, girls

Dancin' down on

the sunset strip

Girls, girls, girls

Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat

Sweet to eat

On Halloween and

New Year's Eve

Yankee girls ya

just can't be beat

But they're the best when

they're off their feet

Girls, girls, girls

At the Dollhouse in

Ft. Lauderdale

Girls, girls, girls

Rocking in Atlanta

at Tattletails

Girls, girls, girls

Raising hell at the

Seventh Veil

Have you read the news

in the Soho Tribune?

Ya know she did me

Well then she

broke my heart

I'm such a good,

good boy

I just need a new toy

I tell ya what, girl

Dance for me

I'll keep ya over-employed

Just tell me a story

You know the

one I mean

Crazy Horse,

Paris, France

Forgot the names,

remember romance

I got the photos,

a menage a trois

Must've broke those

Frenchies laws with those

Girls, girls, girls

At the Body Shop,

and the Marble Arch

Girls, girls, girls

Tropicana's where

I lost my heart

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls....