(If you really want to sing the words ...)
They like to chat about the dresses they will wear
tonight,
they chew the fat about their tresses and the
neighbor's fight.
Inconsequential things that men don't really care to
know
become essential things that women find so "appropo".
But that's a dame, they're all the same.
It's just a game, they call girl talk, girl talk.
They all meow about the ups and downs of all their
friends,
the "who", the "how", the "why", they dish the dirt, it
never ends.
The weaker sex, the speaker sex we mortal males behold
but tho' we joke we wouldn't trade you for a ton of
gold.
So baby, stay and gab a way
but hear me say that after girl talk talk to me.
- Bobby Troup