wooo, haha, uh-uh



Saturday 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 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 ya 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 menage a 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