Shirley Jean Lyrics - 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! 

{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!