West side girl, goin to an east side bar
West side girl, goin to an east side bar
No damn good could come of this
Those west side lips in an east side kiss
West side girl, goin to a east side bar

    Tonight it's gonna all hang out
    Someone's in without a doubt
    When a west side girl is goin to an east side bar

Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl
Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl
The music's playin loud as hell
Her motivation's is hard to tell
Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl

Scooter D, gettin' cruder by the hour
Scooter D, gettin' cruder by the hour
He's a flannel totin' east side hick
He's starin' and a-winkin' at that west side chick
Scooter's gettin' ruder by the hour

    Tonight it's gonna all hang out
    Someone's in without a doubt
    When a west side girl is goin to an east side bar

Now Buckshot Bob is sick of sippin on his Bud
Now Buckshot Bob is sick of sippin on his Bud
He's standing up to make his play
Scooter's gets in Bobby's way
Now Buckshot Bobby reaches for his empty Bud

    And now he smash that bottle on the bar
    As Scooter grabs the pickle jar
    And chucks it right at Bobby's fumin' face

    He misses by a mile or two
    The barkeep grabs his 22
    And a-Bobby and a-Scooter went a-runnin' from that place

I sat my ass, down beside the west side girl
I sat my ass, down beside the west side girl
I said, "well, this has been a crazy night,
Well baby, won'tcha-come-on-home-with-me tonight?" ....
Now I got a west side girl, gonna rock my east side world
Now I got a west side girl, gonna rock my east side world