Ok, bad ass song, but the lyrics are at a second grade level, and very juvenile. But, the money Crue made that didn't go to drugs went to strippers, so go figure.
Girls Girls Girls
Verse: 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
So, you're greased up like the Jets in West Side story, and you're ready to hit the club. Got your bike, got your knife, and somehow you want to feel tight. How does one become tight? Did we run out of words that rhymed with fight? This could have worked and made sense: 'But what I need to spice my life are those....' And that was right off the top of my head.
Chorus: Girls, Girls, Girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls,Girls, Girls
Dancin' down on Sunset Strip
Girls, Girls, Girls
Red lips, fingertips
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| Sure they look cool I guess, but do men usually notice them? |
I like girls, and long legs are one of the first things I notice on a girl. But fingertips? Hey, Dave! Check out the fingertips on that one! Dammmn, she's a 10 with those fingertips!! ....Naa, not so much. Come on, Crue! You're in a strip club! There's got to be something else that stands out other than the fingertips! And what's with the lips? Are they burgundy or are they red? Why mention the lips twice? I mean lips are sexy, but they are definitely not the first things I notice on a woman!
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| Yankee girls? Not so much. |
Verse: 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
Come on, man! Are you trick or treating on New Years Eve? Wait...What are you doing trick or treating in the first place? That's kind of strange! Of course, Motley Crue looked like they were in Halloween costumes all the time. As for Yankee girls, I didn't realize girls from one area of the country could beat out another. Of course, I'm partial to southern girls. Nothing like a pair of Daisy Dukes, long legs, cowboy boots, plaid shirt tied off under the bust, long hair, cowboy hat, with a piece of straw sticking out of her mouth. Yep nothing better than....Huh? What? Oh. The lyrics. Sorry bout that!
Chorus: Girls, Girls, Girls
At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, Girls. Girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
Girls, Girls, Girls
Raising Hell in the 7th Veil
I'm not sure if Crue thought about this, but if I were going to mention the club's name in my song that was going to be a huge hit, I think I would have worked out some sort of a deal with the owners. How many people went to those places just because they were mentioned in the song? A bunch, I'm sure. I seriously doubt they thought about it.
Verse: Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune
Ya know she did me
Well then she broke my heart
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| Never saw that one coming! |
Verse: 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
Yeah, you're a good boy. And, I'm Superman. Although, Vince, you looked like a good little boy when you were doing the Chicken Dance
I wonder how he is able to keep these strippers "over employed" going from city to city? And, what story are you talking about? The Great Gatsby? Or, are you talking about The Heroin Diaries by Nikki Sixx?
Verse: Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forgot the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a ménage à trois
Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those
Ok, I don't really have anything to say about the first 2 lines other than its bad grammar. The third line, ok a rock star had a threesome with photos to prove it. Should we stop the presses again? Actually, if memory serves me, wasn't it a videotape? Now, the last line, I've had a problem with for a LONG time. You're talking about Paris, France. I SERIOUSLY doubt you broke any laws there with your little threesome. In fact, the Crazy Horse dancers probably did you, and were amazed at how little you knew compared to them.
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| That's all you know? Cute innocent little American boy. |
Chorus: Girls, Girls, Girls
Body Shop and the Marble Arch
Girls, Girls, Girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart
Once again, missed revenue opportunity.
Girls, Girls, Girls
Verse: Vince:
Hey Tommy, check that out man!
Tommy:
Where Vince?! Where? Oh (Tommy whistles)
Vince:
Right there man! Hey baby, you wanna go somewhere? (Tommy does the "sexy" whistle)
Are we back in high school now? You're in a strip club! There's hot women all over the place...unless you're at the Cat West in Oak Grove, KY. (You owe me, Cat!)
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