EIGHTY-four girls, each with her own dress
Eighty-four livers in dire distress
Eighty-four dates' faces ripe for the slapping
For eighty-four taunts about singing and clapping

Eighty-four sets of tequilas and limes
Eighty-four sets of boobs bouncing in time
Eighty-four necks dabbed with perfume and lotion
One hundred and sixty-eight hoochies in motion

Eighty-four girls crammed into cold seats
Eighty-four naked pairs of blistered feet
Eighty-four girls with fallen hair-dos fuss
Eighty-four girls sober up on a bus