It was 2a.m. in Columbus Ohio when I saw her standing there,
With her Blitz T-shirt and her miniskirt and her jet-black hair.
I was drinking a brew, sitting with my crew when she lit a cigarette.

She blew smoke in my face and she told me her name.
A name I'll never forget.


She's a riot, she's a riot.
She's my little riot girl.
She took me up and down

And spun me running round this whole $#&@ing world.

She pulled me aside and she asked me to dance,

And hold her close all night.
We went in the club and we started to drink,
And I got to feeling alright.

She moved so fast, just like a train on the tracks,
And she was one of a kind.
She touched my hand and then she touched my heart,

And I just had to make her mine.

She's a riot, she's a riot.

She's my little riot girl.
She took me up and down
And spun me running round this whole $#&@ing world.