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 those

Girls, girls, girls

Long legs and burgundy lips

Girls, girls, girls

Dancin' down on Sunset Strip

Girls, girls, girls

Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat, sweet to eat

On Halloween and New Year's Eve

Yankee girls, you just can't be beat

But you're the best when you're off your 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?

You 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 you 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

Forgot them names, remember romance

I got the photos, a menage a trois

Musta broke those French's 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

(Hey Tommy, check out that man)

(What, Vince, where?)

(Right there) (hey)

Hey baby, don't you wanna go somewhere? (Girls, girls, girls)

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Woo!