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 get me tight are those

Girls, girls, girls

Long legs and burgundy lips

Girls, girls, girls

Dancing 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, you just can't be beat

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

Girls, girls, girls

At Thee Dollhouse in Fort Lauderdale

Girls, girls, girls

Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletale

Girls, girls, girls

Raising hell at the Seventh Veil

Have you read the news

In the Soho Tribune?

You know she did me in

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 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 ménage à trois

Must have broke those Frenchies' laws with those

Girls, girls, girls

B-B-Body Shop and The Marble Arch

Girls, girls, girls

Tropicana's where I lost my heart

Girls, girls, girls

Hey, Tommy, check that out, man

What, Vince, where?

Hey, right there! Hey

Hey, baby, don't I know you from somewhere?

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Woo