Number One likes her, Number Two digs her back: she makes her feel all that jazz. Number One doesn't know about Number Three, thinks Number Two only works one ass. Gotta get your hands on some action, that's what you think of them, you don't care if they're blond, brunette or red. Number One holds her hands, Number Three rocks her pants and Number Two fulfills their demands. And one day a phone will swell, a voice will tell: 'I saw you yesterday at the coffeeshop, holding hands with the girl from the copyshop'. Gotta get my hands on some action, that's what you'll say to her, I don't care if you're blond, brunette or red. Gotta get our hands on some action, that's what you'll say to them, when you think of the other blonds, and the other brunettes and the other reds. Open up your heart, 'cause you can never own me.
Lyrics submitted by Arlong