Yeah, yeah
It's just another Friday night at the local hot spot
Joan of Arc behind the bar lining up shots
Annie Oakley's 45's are loaded and locked
Patsy Cline's goin' and cook the crazy on the jukebox
Girls are pairin' up and they're shootin' pool
But Cleopatra's playin' dirty as usual
Dorris Day's gettin' tipsy, Dolly's singin' the blues
Wilma Flintstone's shoutin' "Man I can't stand these shoes"
When the girls get together,
Oh, it don't get any better
From the very first apple to the very last song
When the girls get together,
The band plays on.
Oh poker game's gettin' dicey, Oprah's down a grand
Mary Magdalene's bluffin', cause she drew a losin' hand
Eva's dissin' Britney, she got three straights in a row
Evelyn says "Marilyn girl, heads are gonna roll"
Marylin's drinkin' Shirley Temples, Shirley's drinkin' Jack
Jackie O's pantyhose got runs all up the back
She is cryin' out to Scarlett "Girl I'm about to scream"
Scarlett says "Think about it tomorrow, it always works for me"
When the girls get together,
Oh, it don't get any better
From the very first apple to the very last song
When the girls get together,
The band plays on.
Oh oh oh, come on, play something everyone knows
Oh oh oh, we dance till the sunshine and anything goes
When the girls get together,
Oh, it don't get any better
From the very first apple to the very last song
When the girls get together,
The girls get together, girls get together
The band plays on and on.
From the babes in the caves to the microwave kitchens
Girls stick together like hens and chickens, oh yeah
Oh, it's just a feeling and philosophy, plain and simple history
Every woman needs a little Friday night fantasy
When the girls get together...
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