| Long hair, flashing eyes | 
| The kind of hips that make you fantasize | 
| A slow smile, just meant to tease | 
| One look and you’ll be weak at the knees | 
| They got my head in a whirl | 
| 'Cause I can’t get enough of those whiskey girls | 
| They got the world at their fingertips | 
| With just a look and lick of the lips | 
| They understand the rhythm of the night | 
| I’m in a daze, I don’t know wrong from right | 
| They got my head in a whirl | 
| 'Cause I can’t get enough of those whiskey girls | 
| Hypnotized — by the whiskey girls | 
| Compromised — out of this world | 
| Lord above, could this be love | 
| Ain’t no doubt about it | 
| I’m crazy about the whiskey girls | 
| Whiskey girls are out on the town | 
| They’ll break your heart, they’ll bring you down | 
| Whiskey girls are out of control | 
| For just one touch you’d sell your soul | 
| The moon is high I’m getting out of the line | 
| Wishful thinking with a one track mind | 
| I’m having flashes, oh can’t you see | 
| They’re walking through my private fantasy | 
| Wearing only a necklace of pearls | 
| Those slow walking, long-legged whiskey girls | 
| Hypnotized — by the whiskey girls | 
| Compromised — out of this world | 
| Hypnotized — by the whiskey girls | 
| Compromised — out of this world |