Debbie - The Quireboys

In the Tropicana on a Saturday night

In we walked with Bobby and friends

We were all taking bets, on who would be next

With a blonde whose name was Mercedes Benz

Twenty got me nothing and fifty weren’t much better

A hundred that was nearer the mark

For two hundred dollars she would make me holler

But we’d have to do it in the dark

Oh Debbie don’t you do that to the boys

Ya gonna make them scream all night

You lick your lips honey, shake your hips honey

Make it feel just right

Forty minutes later I was best friends with the

waiter

And looking slightly worse for wear

He told me to hit on the red headed chick

Named Martini anytime anywhere (yeah right)

Back at my apartment in the downstairs department

I was working like a dog on a bone

Now we’re in bed, I hope I’m not in the red

Gee babe, I left my Amex at home

Oh Debbie don’t you do that to the boys

What you’re doin' there just aint allowed

Lets take a minute of your precious time honey

Come on and meet the crowd

Debbie this is Dave, he can never behave

Bruce, Alex, Ricky and Paul

And this is my mate red, he thinks he’s pretty hot in

bed

Debbie get up there and work that

That shower stall baby

Oh Debbie don’t you do that to the boys

Ya gonna make them scream all night

Move your legs honey shake your ass honey

Make it feel just right

Oh Debbie do it once more for the boys

Pull ya boots on tight

Any girl with sense loves those dead presidents

They keep ya, they keep ya warm at night

Move your legs honey shake your ass honey

Make it feel just right, no no no

Lick your lips honey, shake your hips honey

Make it feel just right

Oh Debbie don’t ya do that to this boy

I won’t go down without a fight

No no no

Oh, I’m not going down there (please).