Country Club Girl

COUNTRY CLUB GIRL

She's Barbara Seville, she lives for the thrill
Of dancing with boys from on top of the hill
Her Grandfather was The outlaw named Jack Seville
Who was Killed in a Battle at the old Grinding Mill
She remembers her Dad, who wasn't so Bad
A Ladies’ Man, Gambler, and a bit of a Cad
He folded his stack, then he cashed in his rack
Then he brought it all back in a brand-new backpack

Designer labels from the big outlet mall
Waiting on tables from Spring until Fall
She's the co-captain for girls volleyball
At Palisades High School, she's over the Wall
There's a Basketball Player, 6’4” tall
Already been Scouted for College this Fall
They went to the drive-in for the new creature feature
And before you know it, they were Underneath the Bleachers

Oh, what a Tempest they Created with their teachers
They had to confess all their sins to the preacher
Then, he tried to find her, but he just couldn't reach her
That's when I found her, and I say, finders keepers
I've always been just a bit of a Dreamer
When I picked her up I was driving my Beamer
In the backseat was my Golden Retriever
When it comes to Money, I’m a True Believer
Now, she's my Honey, and I'll never deceive her

She's a Masseuse at the Old Boys Club
For a Deuce, she’ll seduce you with a good ol’ rub and a tug
My Country Club Girl keeps a Bottomless Jug
There's some other cool stuff she hides underneath the rug
Don't even start to wonder if I'm talkin’ about drugs
She's a Sporty Girl, remember, and she does believe in Hugs

CHORUS:
She's my Country Club Girl
She's gonna knock that White Ball clean outta this World
She's a real go-getter, she already let me pet her
I think that I Love her and I never will Forget her
Yeah, my Country Club Girl
She's Livin’ in a High-Class World
For her own nest egg, she's got a big trust fund
She's all about the fun in the Malibu's son

Come on, my Country Club Girl
Let's Get It On a little while
Here’s some Black Majorca Pearls
Cuz, I want to make you Smile
You're a little bit Wild
You got me Ridin’ in Style
Time we walk another mile
I got you Dancin’ like a Child

Your Dad bought you some Muscle
When you finally Graduated
You showed a lot of Hustle
In how you Negotiated
You were like a Fighter
When you went Over the Top
Now, you're on the Catwalk
And you're never gonna stop

She’s never been a Wannabe,  she's always been a Gottabe
It's part of her Psychology to Generate Ecology
Protecting the Environment, get her Footprints down in Wet Cement
Hollywood Papers done a Full Page Spread
This ain't no kind of Accident
Where the other Girls just came and went
My Country Club Girl don't Pay no Rent

CHORUS 2:
She's my Country Club Girl
Ain't no Sense in Fightin’ about it
You're my Country Club Girl
Baby, don't you ever even try to doubt it
I said, my Country Club Girl
Baby, got me jumpin’, I just have to Shout it
You're my Country Club Girl
Never gonna be without it!

OUTRO:
You're my Country Club Girl, yeah, yeah
You’re my Country Club Girl
And that's really quite all right
My Little Country Club Girl
Come on and Spend the Night
*********