Hey everybody... The girls are here!
When the girls get here
We'll talk about integrated circuits and things
To show them how smart we are
We'll set our hair on fire
That should impress them
Spill beer all over our t-shirts
Accidentally
We'll show them what kind of guys we are
When the girls get here
We'll do our little funky dance
To show them how cool we are
We'll throw our socks in the closet
Where it keeps them warm
We'll wear berets with dark glasses
Not unlike a beatnik
We'll show them what kind of guys we are
And all of the guys that we know
Will be so envious of our charm and our wit
But we don't need them
We've got lots of good friends
And we know that the real fun begins
When the girls get here (x3)
When the girls get here
We'll pull out our guitars
And tell them how we're gonna be stars
We'll put decals on our suitcase
When the girls get here
With tours of Holland and France
When the girls get here
We'll follow old people home
When the girls get here
We'll play dead in the drug store
When the girls get here
Do figure eights in our four-by
When the girls get here
We'll put mirrors on the ceiling
When the girls get here?
And we'll spin discs by the Aztecs?
When the girls get here
We'll swallow fish in a phone booth
We'll show them what kind of guys we are
One, two, three!
When the girls get here (x7)
Girls get here
Girls get here
The girls get
I think they're here now
What girls?
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