Girls, Girls, Girls

Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin’ down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat – sweet to eat On Halloween and New York’s Eve Yankee girls ya just can’t beat But you’re the best when you’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 7th 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 you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a ménage à trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls, Girls Body Shop, Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana’s where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls