girls, girls, girls!

though our country will never make war

we've a reason that's worth marching for

not for battle our banner unfurls

but for girls

girls

girls

girls

girls. when we're marching we never retreat

for we're charging a foe that is sweet!

but we're caught in the swirls

of the enemy's curls

and surrender to girls

girls

girls. ]

ruby lips taste like claret

when they're pressing close to mine. what a flavor!

i compare it to that oldest vintage wine. i don't need a book of verses

or a jug beneath the bough

and my memory rehearses

not a moment so sweet as now. let us gaze in the wine while it's wet. let's do things that we'll live to regret. let me dance till the restaurant whirls

with the girls

girls

girls

girls

girls!

when there's wine and there's women and song

it is wrong not to do something wrong!

when you do something wrong

you must do something right

and i'm doing all right tonight.