Doo-lang, doo-lang, Jimmy Z! He’s mine! No, he’s mine! Back off! He’s mine! Sun’s hitting the chrome, but we’re feeling the heat A dangerous engine is humming down on the street Forget the bike, yeah, forget the machine We’re looking at the baddest thing we’ve ever seen! He’s trouble, girls, and I love trouble! He’s leaning in the shadows, back against the door One look from Jimmy Z, and we’re begging for more! Give it to me, give it to me! Oh-oh-oh, Jimmy Z! The only candy that we need! Tight denim jeans, and a shirt so white He’s melting that strawberry, doing it right! Oh Jimmy Z, you’re the king of the scene The hottest devil that there’s ever been! Move over honey, I’ve got the look he craves! Please! Those cheap heels belong in their graves! I’ll dance circles 'round you, wait and see You? You’re too shy to catch a guy like Jimmy Z! Look at my silhouette, look at my swing I’m the only girl fit to be his queen! Leather jacket’s rough, but his smile is so sweet Oh so sweet! The way he stands there has us off of our feet He’s got that look, yeah, he’s the king of the town And I’m the only one who can wear his crown! I’ll do anything to make that boy stare Make him stare! I’ll leave you losers gasping for air Gasping for air! No limit to the game, no line I won't cross I'll show him exactly who’s the boss! Now look at him work it, slow and so steady Licking that cream, oh lord, I’m ready! See how he takes it? With such a long stroke... Well, I want something to lick, and that ain't a joke! I’ll take it down slow, with a long, steady pull Not dropping a bead, till I’ve had my full! Don't spill a drop, baby! Is he coming closer? I’m losing my breath! Does he want a dance? I’m scared to death!] He’s a little bit wicked, a whole lot of sweet He’s the only flavor that I’m gonna meet! One, two, three—SHOUT! I’ll give him what he wants! I’ll do it better than you! He’s coming home with me! Not if I get him first! My hair is higher! My dress is tighter! My fire is brighter! Jimmy Z! Oh look at that bombshell that’s coming outside the shop A rebel-style covergirl, the cream of the crop With a grip on his leather and a middle finger high they burn some rubber and scream 'goodbye' A beauty in leather, with nothing to fear they roar out of sight as he kicks in the gear
