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 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
Trick or treat, sweet to eat
On Halloween and New Year's Eve
Yankee girls you just can't be beat
But you're the best when you're off your 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 Seventh Veil
Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune?
Ya know she did me
Well then 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
Forget the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a menage et trois
Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those
Girls, girls, girls
Body Shop and the 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, you wanna go somewhere? (girls, girls, girls)
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls (whoa)
Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls Album Lyrics
Motley Crue - Girls, Girls, Girls Lyrics
Writer: Mick Mars, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing, TOMMYLAND PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing, TOMMYLAND PUBLISHING
Dancing On Glass
Can't find my doctor
My bones can't take this ache
If ya dance with the devil
Your day will come to pay
Downtown
Fuel-injected dreams
Are busting at the seams
Am I in Persia
Or am I just insane?
Downtown, downtown
One foot in the grave
Such a foolish child
For a date with death
Sign the dotted line
I've been thru hell
And I'm never goin' back
To Dancing on Glass
Going way too fast
Gonna burn and crash
Valentine's in London
Found me in the trash
Downtown
Need one more rush
Then I know, I know I'll stop
One extra push
Last trip to the top
Downtown, downtown
Silver spoon and needle
Witchy tombstone smile
I'm no puppet
I engrave my veins with style
I've been thru Hell
And I'm never goin' back
To dancing on glass
Dancin' dancin'
Sweet Chiva, you were my Jesus
My bones can't take this ache
If ya dance with the devil
Your day will come to pay
Downtown
Fuel-injected dreams
Are busting at the seams
Am I in Persia
Or am I just insane?
Downtown, downtown
One foot in the grave
Such a foolish child
For a date with death
Sign the dotted line
I've been thru hell
And I'm never goin' back
To Dancing on Glass
Going way too fast
Gonna burn and crash
Valentine's in London
Found me in the trash
Downtown
Need one more rush
Then I know, I know I'll stop
One extra push
Last trip to the top
Downtown, downtown
Silver spoon and needle
Witchy tombstone smile
I'm no puppet
I engrave my veins with style
I've been thru Hell
And I'm never goin' back
To dancing on glass
Dancin' dancin'
Sweet Chiva, you were my Jesus
Writer: NIKKI SIXX, MICK MARS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Bad Boy Boogie
Found a girl she's mama's pride
I tattooed her and now she's mine
I'll make the toast you raise the glass
Just a few words to kick the world in the ass
Round and round the town
The same ol' story is told
Better lock up your daughter when the Motleys hit the road
We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
There's a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
We'll entertain you in style
We're innocent in every way
Like apple pie and Chevrolet
Sweeter pies with different shapes
38-28-38
In and out of town alibis fit like a glove
Tell your daddy not to thank us
Honey, you're a labor of love We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
I got my finger in the pie
My hand in the cookie jar
It's just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car
There's a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
We'll entertain you in style
We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
I got my finger in the pie
My hand in the cookie jar
It's just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car
Bad boy boogie
I tattooed her and now she's mine
I'll make the toast you raise the glass
Just a few words to kick the world in the ass
Round and round the town
The same ol' story is told
Better lock up your daughter when the Motleys hit the road
We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
There's a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
We'll entertain you in style
We're innocent in every way
Like apple pie and Chevrolet
Sweeter pies with different shapes
38-28-38
In and out of town alibis fit like a glove
Tell your daddy not to thank us
Honey, you're a labor of love We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
I got my finger in the pie
My hand in the cookie jar
It's just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car
There's a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
We'll entertain you in style
We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
I got my finger in the pie
My hand in the cookie jar
It's just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car
Bad boy boogie
Writer: NIKKI SIXX, MICK MARS, TOMMY LEE BASS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing
Writer: NIKKI SIXX
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Five Years Dead
Uptown downtown
Haven't seen your face around
Paper said you shot a man
Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown
You're five years dead
Sexy Sue from Hong Kong
Asked around right or wrong
Outa town change your name
Or ya get five years with a ball and chain
You're five years dead
Your life's on a steady tilt
I stand around and watch you wilt
Lose or win, never mattered-mattered to you
They always said you'd fall apart
I took the bet, but I missed the mark
The kid was bad-bad from the start Left, right, up and down
Same old runaround
Neighborhood professional
Your ass is runnin' into the ground
You're five years dead
Uptown downtown
Haven't seen your face around
Paper said you shot a man
Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown
You're five years dead
Haven't seen your face around
Paper said you shot a man
Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown
You're five years dead
Sexy Sue from Hong Kong
Asked around right or wrong
Outa town change your name
Or ya get five years with a ball and chain
You're five years dead
Your life's on a steady tilt
I stand around and watch you wilt
Lose or win, never mattered-mattered to you
They always said you'd fall apart
I took the bet, but I missed the mark
The kid was bad-bad from the start Left, right, up and down
Same old runaround
Neighborhood professional
Your ass is runnin' into the ground
You're five years dead
Uptown downtown
Haven't seen your face around
Paper said you shot a man
Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown
You're five years dead
Writer: NIKKI SIXX
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
All In The Name Of...
She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep
You say illegal
I say legal's never been my scene
I try like hell but I'm out of control
All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul
Pretty, pretty so innocent
She says you ain't seen nothing yet
Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine
There she was for all the world to see
I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul
Says to me daddy
Can I have some candy
Wanna be your nasty
Anytime you want
You know you can have me
All in the name of rock 'n' roll
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep
You say illegal
I say legal's never been my scene
I try like hell but I'm out of control
All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul
Pretty, pretty so innocent
She says you ain't seen nothing yet
Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine
There she was for all the world to see
I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul
Says to me daddy
Can I have some candy
Wanna be your nasty
Anytime you want
You know you can have me
All in the name of rock 'n' roll
Writer: NIKKI SIXX, VINCE NEIL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Sumthin For Nuthin
Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch
Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch
Name the time, name the price leave your door unlocked
I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shocks
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Gigolo sounds so cold, call me teacher's pest
Twice a day, double pay, at my trade I'm the best
Never late, watch her watch seconds on the clock
Overtime, break my back, slip and fall in the crack
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Well in and out, it's never free
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Leave the money where it's easy to see She plays the role of a roving matriarch
Diamond rings, fancy things, Dubonnet on the rocks
For a treat gave it free-happy 63
Crazy days, easy money-I was just 16
Easy money for such a good deed
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Ya, in and out it's never free
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Satisfaction guaranteed
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Target practice in the dark
Sumthin' for Nothin'
I'm a crack shot on the mark
And I love my work
Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch
Name the time, name the price leave your door unlocked
I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shocks
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Gigolo sounds so cold, call me teacher's pest
Twice a day, double pay, at my trade I'm the best
Never late, watch her watch seconds on the clock
Overtime, break my back, slip and fall in the crack
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Well in and out, it's never free
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Leave the money where it's easy to see She plays the role of a roving matriarch
Diamond rings, fancy things, Dubonnet on the rocks
For a treat gave it free-happy 63
Crazy days, easy money-I was just 16
Easy money for such a good deed
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Ya, in and out it's never free
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Satisfaction guaranteed
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Target practice in the dark
Sumthin' for Nothin'
I'm a crack shot on the mark
And I love my work
Writer: NIKKI SIXX, VINCE NEIL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Youre All I Need
The blade of my knife
Faced away from your heart
Those last few nights
It turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell
Now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell
So many times I said
You'd only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears
And loved you cyanide
When you took my lips
I took your breath
Sometimes love's better off dead
You're all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so I set you free
I had to take your life
You're all I need, you're all I need
And I loved you but you didn't love me Laid out cold
Now we're both alone
But killing you helped me keep you home
I guess it was bad
Cause love can be sad
But we finally made the news
Tied up smiling
I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes
I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn
About love in this world
But we finally made the news
You're all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so, so I put you to sleep.
Faced away from your heart
Those last few nights
It turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell
Now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell
So many times I said
You'd only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears
And loved you cyanide
When you took my lips
I took your breath
Sometimes love's better off dead
You're all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so I set you free
I had to take your life
You're all I need, you're all I need
And I loved you but you didn't love me Laid out cold
Now we're both alone
But killing you helped me keep you home
I guess it was bad
Cause love can be sad
But we finally made the news
Tied up smiling
I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes
I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn
About love in this world
But we finally made the news
You're all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so, so I put you to sleep.
Writer: NIKKI SIXX, TOMMY LEE BASS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing
Jailhouse Rock (live)
(Talk)
This one recorded live
Right here tonight
And I think you've got the f*ckin' jive
Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie
For ya boys
Here we go.
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' now the joint began to swing
You should have heard the night that jailbird sang
(Chorus)
Let's rock
Everybody let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Sad Sacker Sid was on a block of stone
With Opel in the corner weeping all alone
The warden said, "Hey man, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner us a wooden chair"
(Chorus)
(Hey) (Hey) (Hey) (Hey)
Number forty seven said to number three
"Well, you're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"
(Chorus)
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block...rock!!!
(Talk)
One more time!!!
(Hey) (Hey) (Hey)
Well, everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block...woo-hoo, yeah!!!
Dancin' to the Jailhouse, yeah-whoo!!!
We're Mötley Crüe!!!
See-ya!
This one recorded live
Right here tonight
And I think you've got the f*ckin' jive
Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie
For ya boys
Here we go.
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' now the joint began to swing
You should have heard the night that jailbird sang
(Chorus)
Let's rock
Everybody let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Sad Sacker Sid was on a block of stone
With Opel in the corner weeping all alone
The warden said, "Hey man, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner us a wooden chair"
(Chorus)
(Hey) (Hey) (Hey) (Hey)
Number forty seven said to number three
"Well, you're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"
(Chorus)
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block...rock!!!
(Talk)
One more time!!!
(Hey) (Hey) (Hey)
Well, everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Everybody in the whole cell block...woo-hoo, yeah!!!
Dancin' to the Jailhouse, yeah-whoo!!!
We're Mötley Crüe!!!
See-ya!
Writer: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Girls, Girls, Girls is the fourth studio album by American rock band Mötley Crüe, released on May 20, 1987. The album contains the hit singles "Girls, Girls, Girls", "You're All I Need", and the MTV favorite "Wild Side". It was the band's final collaboration with producer Tom Werman, who had produced the band's two previous albums, Shout at the Devil and Theatre of Pain.
Like those albums, Girls, Girls, Girls would achieve quadruple platinum status, selling over 4 million copies and reaching number two on the Billboard 200. The album marked a change to a blues-rock influenced sound, which was met with positive reception.
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Motley CrueLike those albums, Girls, Girls, Girls would achieve quadruple platinum status, selling over 4 million copies and reaching number two on the Billboard 200. The album marked a change to a blues-rock influenced sound, which was met with positive reception.
Genre(s): Glam metal, arena rock
Producer(s): Tom Werman
Length: 39:54
Released: May 20th, 1987
Year: 1987