(Kim Fowley/Jackie Fox/Joan Jett) 



Hey foxy' come here 

He's too old, Jackie 

Probably doesn't know what it's like anymore 

Hey Lita, I feel so, um, you know 

I know 

Let's go to Hollywood and party all night 

Really, it's Saturday night 

We'll park at 7-Eleven and walk down the street 

And look for some beef 

Hollywood, it felt so good 

Oh look at this guy coming down here 

All right 

Two of 'em 

Hollywood it felt so good 

One for you and one for me 

Oh, oh 

My God look at that turkey, he's wearin' a 

Just look at him 

Oh no 

He's comin' this way 

Hey 

Come on sweetie 

(verbal exchange) 

No, no, no, no you're too old 

Yeah you're too old, too old 

Bye, bye 

Hey, you have an extra cigarette? 

(All out) 

Oh well 

He stunk like alcohol 

Yeah I know 

Where are all the guys tonight? 

I don't know 

Sure wasn't like this in Cleveland 

I know 

Remember those guys in Scotland? 

What about New York? 

Boston? 

Oh, look at this guy 

I know 

(Hi girls, what's happening?) 

Not you! 

Well 

Hey dog get away from me 

Oh yuck 

Ooh 

Hey Lita what time is it? 

Oh, ah... quarter to three 

Guess I should go home 

I gotta get up early, photo session 

Photo session? 

God I hate 'em 

I wanna go do something, ya know 

I still feel like doing something 

Why don't we go over to Phreddie's house and watch TV with him? 

What, Mary Hartman? 

Oh yeah 

That was on four hours ago 

We can tell our mother 

We can tell our mother 

We're gonna stay at Joan's 

Yeah 

I want some beer