Lyrics

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 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 Tribunе Ya know she did me Well thеn 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 over-employed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forgot the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, girls, girls Ba-ba-Body Shop And Marble Arch Girls, girls, girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, girls, girls Hey Tommy, check that out man! What, Vince where? Hey, right there! Hey! Hey baby, don't you wanna go somewhere? Girls, Girls, Girls Girls, Girls, Girls Girls, Girls, Girls Girls, Girls, Girls Girls, Girls, Girls Whoo!