Girls, Girls, Girls (Live)

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 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, ya just can't be beat

But they're the best when they're off their 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 7th Veil

Have you read the news

In the Soho Tribunе

Ya know she did me

Well thеn 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

Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those

Girls, girls, girls

Ba-ba-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?

Hey, right there!

Hey!

Hey baby, don't you wanna go somewhere?

Girls, Girls, Girls

Girls, Girls, Girls

Girls, Girls, Girls

Girls, Girls, Girls

Girls, Girls, Girls

Whoo!