Walkin' through the front door, half a dozen strong.
Got their lipstick & lace, bunch o' honies got it goin on.
Gather in the corner, fruity drinks on order.
Got their "Woo hoo's!" fired up, headin for the dance floor.
Hips start to shakin' & hearts start to breakin.
'Cause the boys are gettin left out...
They're gettin rowdy. Gettin loud.
No it ain't no crime it's just another girls night out.
On the town. Dancin in the spot light.
It's another girls night out.
Up at front & center stage, flirtin with the band.
Jumpin on the table tops. Aw it's gettin outta hand.
Rockin with the dance troop, stompin them boots, scootin,
boom boom, chicka, boom boom, chicka, boom, go!
All their boyfriends told em' to keep it under control.
But their horns keep pokin through their halo...
A broken heel a chipped nail, make up runnin all to hell.
Button's missin, hair's messy, outta breath, hot & sweaty.
Spilled every drink, spent every guys' last dime.
All that means is them girls had a good time!