Lyrics:

Whoo! Hey, Bobby, check that out, babe
What, Dick? Where?
Right there
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Hand full of grease and my head feels right
But what I need to get me tight are those
Girls, girls, girls
Long legs 'n burgundy lips
Girls, girls, girls
Dancin' down on a Sunset Strip
Girls, girls, girls
Red lips, fingertips
Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forgot the names, remember romance
I got the photos of a ménage à trois
Musta broke those Frenchies' laws
With those
Girls, girls, girls
B-B-B-Body Shop and the Marble Arch
Cheeks, cheeks, cheeks
Tropicana's where I lost my heart
Girls, girls, girls
They got 'em in Ipanema
Girls, girls, girls
My brown-eyed
Girls, girls, girls
With new-wave hairdos on
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls