Friday night
And I need a fight
My motorcycle
And a
Switchblade knife
A handful of
Grease in my hair
Feels right
But what I need
To make me
Tight are those
Girls girls girls
Longs 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
Your feet
Girls girls girls
At the Doll house in
Ft Lauderdale
Girls girls girls
Rockin' in
Atlanta at
Tattletails
Girls girls girls
Raisin' hell at the
Seventh Veil
Have you read
The news in the
Soho Tribune
Ya know she
Did me in
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
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
I musta broke those
Frenchies' laws
With those
Girls girls girls
Body shop in the
Marble arch
Girls girls girls
Tropicana's where
I lost my heart
Girls girls girls
Hey Tommy
Check that out
Man
What Mick where
Hey right there
Right there hey
Hey baby
You're goin'
Somewhere
Girls girls girls
Girls girls girls
Girls girls girls
Girls girls girls
Girls girls girls