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!