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 is
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 ya just can't beat
But they're always best when they're off their feet
And those 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
Yeah you know she did me
Yeah then she broke my heart
I'm just a good good boy
I just need new toy
I tell ya what, baby
Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean, c'mon
You got me all wound up baby
Crazy horse, Paris, France
Forget the names, remember the romance
I got the photos, a menage a trois
Musta broke all of Frenchies laws with those
Girls, girls. girls
Body shop and the Marble arch
Girls, girls, girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart
Them girls, girls, girls
I can't take all of you all home you know
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls