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 is Girls, girls, girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, girls, girls Dancin' down on 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 beat But they're always best when they're off their feet And those 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 Tribune Yeah you know she did me Yeah then she broke my heart I'm just a good good boy I just need new toy I tell ya what, baby Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean, c'mon You got me all wound up baby Crazy horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember the romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke all of Frenchies laws with those Girls, girls. girls Body shop and the Marble arch Girls, girls, girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Them girls, girls, girls I can't take all of you all home you know Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls