Friday night and I need a fight

My motorcycle and a switchblade knife

Handful of grease in my hair feels rightBut what I need to get 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 you just can′t be beat

But you're the best when you're off your 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 Seventh Veil

Have you read the news

In the Soho Tribune

Ya know she did me

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

Forget the names, remember romance

I got the photos, of manaja twa

Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those

Girls, girls, girls

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?)

(Right there, man) (hey)

Hey baby, you wanna go somewhere? (girls, girls, girls)

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls