Shirley Jean

(albüm: Rock & Roll Outlaws - 1974)

Well I was sitting in a smokey room, band playing rock and roll,
Everybody burning, yearning for some alcohol.

I got up to buy the wine, when I saw Shirley Jean,
Powdering her nose, posing like a movie queen.

Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,
Shirley Jean, she's a loving machine.

I tried to give her a sign, but she was too high to see,
Sitting and staring, caring not a thing for me.
Woo!
Sweet little Shirley Jean, sure looking good to me,
Jet black stockings, rocking to the bebop beat.

Tell by the way she was acting, musta' had a whole lot to hide,
She's got a whole lotta loving, all bottled up inside.
Woo!

[Rod Slide Solo Nick Piano Solo]

I ain't goin to say a word, can't find a word to say,
You ain't gonna get me, let me tell you right away.

I gave up and wandered out, when I saw the reason why,
Hugging little Shirley, a curly headed honey pie.

Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen
Shirley Jean, sweet little loving machine, well

Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,
Shirley Jean, she's a loving machine.
Well, Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,
Shirley Jean, she's a loving machine.
Yeah, well, Shirley Jean!

Let me grease your machine!
Let me check your oil.
Woo!
Sure looks good to me!