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Travis Tritt - The Girls Gone Wild Lyrics




Callin' all girlfriends, spring break weekend,
Meetin' at the Texaco.
Wine coolers, six-packs, cigarettes, and Tic-Tacs,
Fill it up an' hit the road.
Passin' round the Cosmo, wearin' out the cell phone:
"Make it to the beach by ten."
Flip-flops an' lip gloss, bikini tops and cut-offs:
Baby, let the games begin.

The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."

They're lookin real pretty down in Panama City,
They're dancin down in New Orleans.
Cancun, Cozumel, gettin down and raisin' hell,
Livin' every bad boy's dream.
Viva Las Vegas, gettin outragous,
Cruisin' down the L.A. strip.
They're loaded in a limo, hangin' out the window:
Let's wind it up and let it rip.

The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."
Girls, girls, girls gone wild. (Girls, girls, girls gone wild.)
Girls, girls, girls gone wild.

Sally, Sue and Tam'ra, smilin' for the camera,
Darla met a doctor from LSU.
Ally, Ann and Amy, went a little crazy:
Ridin' home sittin' on a new tattoo.

The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."
Girls, girls, girls gone wild. (Girls, girls, girls gone wild.)
Girls, girls, girls gone wild.
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Callin' all girlfriends, spring break weekend,
Meetin' at the Texaco.
Wine coolers, six-packs, cigarettes, and Tic-Tacs,
Fill it up an' hit the road.
Passin' round the Cosmo, wearin' out the cell phone:
"Make it to the beach by ten."
Flip-flops an' lip gloss, bikini tops and cut-offs:
Baby, let the games begin.

The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."

They're lookin real pretty down in Panama City,
They're dancin down in New Orleans.
Cancun, Cozumel, gettin down and raisin' hell,
Livin' every bad boy's dream.
Viva Las Vegas, gettin outragous,
Cruisin' down the L.A. strip.
They're loaded in a limo, hangin' out the window:
Let's wind it up and let it rip.

The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."
Girls, girls, girls gone wild. (Girls, girls, girls gone wild.)
Girls, girls, girls gone wild.

Sally, Sue and Tam'ra, smilin' for the camera,
Darla met a doctor from LSU.
Ally, Ann and Amy, went a little crazy:
Ridin' home sittin' on a new tattoo.

The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."
Girls, girls, girls gone wild. (Girls, girls, girls gone wild.)
Girls, girls, girls gone wild.
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Writer: BOB DIPIERO, RIVERS RUTHERFORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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