by K. Bradford

She's such a go go girl
      She'll try to run you down
She's got her tough gear on
      To rip up this old town
Straps a tank to her back
      And puts a mean grin on
Reels right into the streets
To charge up her gang-crowd
Rams      right      into      the      Man.

She says
What the hell ya doing here what the hell you doing here
What the hell you doing      on      my      block?
You think you own this little brick and that little brick
            and the whole damn block?
This block that block and the next
This town that town and the next
Think you've got the nation      in      your      palm.

What are you little man
      But a tool of war?
Take ten steps back, take another
      Ten steps back
            Take another--
He shrank into a fist
To a tight, limp fist
Held himself up for a fight
      A lame, last fight
She sent him back to the wall
      To the far, far wall.

It was not her tough gear
      Nor her mean, mean grin
Not the tank on her back
      Or the gang she was in
What shot the man back
      To a mere trophy on the wall
To forever hang over the land
      Where he thought he'd owned it all
Was      the      sole      glare      of
She's such a go go girl
She'll stare you down
                  The sole glare of
She'll turn it all upside down
With the sole glare of
            Her      eye
                  She's such a go go girl
She'll turn us all around
            Such a go go girl
She'll turn the world around.