Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease and my hair feels right
But 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

Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forgot the names, remember romance
I got those photos of menage a trois
Musta broke those Frenchies' laws with those
Girls, girls, girls
Body Shop and the Marble Arch
Cheeks, cheeks, cheeks
Tropicanas where I lost my heart
Girls, girls, girls
They got an [?]
Girls, girls, girls
My brown-eyed
Girl, girl, girls
With new hair design
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls