Well I was sittin' in a smokey room, band playin' rock and roll,
Everybody burnin', yearnin' for some alcohol.
I got up to buy the wine, when I saw Shirley Jean,
Powdering her nose, posin' like a movie queen.
Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,
Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine.
I tried to give her a sign, but she was too high to see,
Sittin' and starin', carin' not a thing for me.
Woo!
Sweet little Shirley Jean, sure lookin' good to me,
Jet black stockings, rockin' to the bebop beat.
Tell by the way she was actin', musta' had a whole lot to hide,
She's got a whole lotta lovin', all bottled up inside.
Woo!
