Lyrics Beat Girl - The Damned

Beat Girl

She’s nearly always here
Digs all the modern gear
Cool, like a lager beer
Beat Girl
Tries anything for kicks
Lose you with her swinging hips
Mates with her pretty lips
Beat Girl
«That's the Beat girl feeding the coins into the Jukebox,
All white stockings and no make up.
Big wheel setting up the coffee pot,
She makes like she’s not over concerned
About this extraordinary attention,
Keeps giving me the look,
Not supposed to rate this chick high»
Ploughs on the chicken run
Goes but it ain’t no fun
Not unless you do the ton
Beat Girl
Drives in an old Sedan
Drives all the way she can
Jives like a crazy man
Beat Girl