Claire was a teacher at the age of twenty-two
And five days of the week she wore a bu*ton down suit
With her hair pulled in a bun and a ruler in her hand
But every weekend she liked to get down
Betty was the girl working at the roller rink
She was cute, young, dumb, her favorite color was pink
With a tattoo of a moth on her derriere
I said well what do we have here?
Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl gonna rock my world
Girl on, girl on girl
Another Friday night there was Betty and I
Goin' 'round downtown we were lookin' for a high
We finally gave up and went back to the club
She saw Claire there with a red headed s*ut
Oh my God I wanna meet that chick
I said oh hell yeah that beats a fick
She said hi I'm Betty
She said hi I'm Claire
Before I knew it they were pulling hair
Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl gonna rock my world
Girl on, girl on girl
Blonde to brunette
Brutnette to blonde
There up in the green room with all the lights on
They said get lost man we don't want you around
Leave us alone we're gonna get down
Knee highs, thigh highs, high heels high
I couldn't believe they left me high and dry
I went down to the bar 'cause I needed a drink
They wrecked my mind I couldn't think
Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl wrecked my world
Girl on, girl on girl
Girl on, girl on
Girl on girl gonna wreck my world
Girl on, girl on girl
I'm not being executed, I'm being shot.