A dark and crowded room Warm beer that’s stale Nobody seems to care, there’s more for sale
She walks on stage Strokes her hips, shakes her mane Her sweet cheap perfume, reminds them that she’s why they came
Oh she’s the stripper, she’ll strip your soul Ooh she’s the stripper, she’ll eat you whole
Assembled in Mexico, dark Spanish eyes She’ll tell you where to go, if you get wise She’s your fantasy, but she won’t go too far Oh she has to be, in league with the guy at the bar
Oh she’s the stripper, she’ll strip your soul Ooh she’s the stripper, she’ll eat you whole