Girls, Girls, Girls

Well son. That's one tall man right there. Friday night and I need a fight. My motorcycle and a switchblade knife. Hand full of grease and my hair feels right. What I need to make me tight. Those girls, girls, girls. Long legs and burgundy lips. Girls, girls, girls. Dancing down on Sunset Strip. Girls, girls, girls. Red lips, fingertips. Trick or treat, sweet to eat. On Halloween and New Year's Eve. Country girls, man, you just can't beat. But they're always best when they're off their feet. And those girls, girls, girls. At the Dollhouse Inn before laundry day. Girls, girls, girls. Rockin' in Atlanta at Tattletails. Girls, girls, girls. Raising hell at the Seventh Veil. Have you read the news? In the SoHo Tribune. Yeah, you know she did me. Yeah, and she broke my heart. I'm just a good, good boy. I just need a new toy. I'll tell you what baby, dance for me. I'll keep you warm and employed. Just tell your story. You know the one I mean. Come on. You got me all wound up, baby. Before you have a heart attack again. Yeah. Crazy Horse, Paris, France. Forget their names, remember the romance. I got the photos of ménage à trois. Must have broke all of Frenchy's laws. With those girls, girls, girls. The body shop in the Marble Arch. Girls, girls, girls. Tribe of candles where I lost my heart. Them girls, girls, I can't take all of y'all home with me. Girls, girls. You bet your ass I wish I Could. Girls, girls. Been ten ways on one, Darlin'. Girls, girls, girls. Girl, you know you better. Girls, girls, girls. But I need to go home.