Shirley Jean

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!

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 lovin' machine, well

Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,

Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine.

Well, Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,

Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine.

Yeah, well, Shirley Jean!

Let me grease your machine!

Let me check your oil.

Woo!

Sure looks good to me!