Girls Girls Girls

Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease and 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 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 you're the best when you're off ya 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 Forgot the names, remember romance I got those photos of menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies' laws with those Girls, girls, girls Body Shop and the Marble Arch Girls, girls, girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls