Shirley Jean - Foghat

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!