I don't need a doctor, I don't need a priest,
I don't need no superstituous cures for my release.
I'm flesh an' blood, skin an' bone.
A little petticoat company can't get me stoned.

      So just gimme the night, skin it back to the bone,
      turn on the spotlight.

   C'mon, bring on the dancing girls,
   bring on the dancing girls,
   bring on the dancing girls.
   You can dance, dance,
   dance for your daddy all night.

I got a one track notion on a feminine squeeze,
a sackfull of love an' a mindfull of fantasies.
A midnight rider on a stallion steam,
I got an old man's weakness hanging on a young man's dream.

      So just gimme the night, skin it back to the bone,
      turn on the spotlight.

   C'mon, bring on the dancing girls,
   bring on the dancing girls,
   bring on the dancing girls.
   You can dance, dance,
   dance for your daddy all night.

      So just gimme the night, skin it back to the bone,
      turn on the spotlight.

   C'mon, bring on the dancing girls,
   bring on the dancing girls,
   bring on the dancing girls.

   Bring on the dancing girls,
   bring on the dancing girls...(repeat & fade)

           - David Coverdale