Shirley Jean — текст песни (The Foghat)

Price / Peverett - Knee Trembler Music - ASCAP




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!

{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 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!