If she was a song, she'd be "Honky Tonk Woman"

If she was a drink, she'd be raw and cool

If she was a car, she'd be a Wagoneer

Gettin' us the hell up out of here

Lookin' like the name on the side of her smokes

Kool

She don't care who's lookin' when she's dancin' by herself

She don't need conventional and she don't need your help

But if she don't have a lighter, she'll ask you if you do

She don't care what they're all thinkin'

When she walks into the room

Kool

Yeah, Kool

If she was a book, she'd be Tomboy Sawyer

If she was a flower, she'd grow wild on the side of the road

If she was a color, she'd be neon green like an ad in a Playboy Magazine

Sellin' that feelin' on the side of her smokes, Kool

Yeah, Kool

She don't care who's lookin' when she's dancin' by herself

She don't need conventional and she don't need your help

But if she don't have a lighter, she'll ask you if you do

She don't care what they're all thinkin'

When she walks into the room

Kool

Smoke 'em if you got 'em

Light up your problems

Back pocket, bell bottoms

Kool

Yeah, smoke 'em if you got 'em

Light up your problems

Back pocket, bell bottoms

Kool

She don't care who's lookin' when she's dancin' by herself

Yeah, she don't need conventional and she don't need your help

But if she don't have a lighter, she'll ask you if you do

She don't care what they're all thinkin'

When she walks into the room

Kool (Woo)

Yeah, Kool

Ah, baby, Kool

So Kool