Well, I was sittin' in a smokey room, band playin' rock n' 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   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      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   Sure looks good to me