rebel rebel

you've got your mother in a whirl

she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

hey babe

your hair's alright

hey babe

let's go out tonight

you like me

and i like it all

we like dancing and we look divine

you love bands when they're playing hard

you want more and you want it fast

they put you down

they say i'm wrong

you tacky thing

you put them on

rebel rebel

you've torn your dress

rebel rebel

your face is a mess

rebel rebel

how could they know?

hot tramp

i love you so!

don't ya?

you've torn your dress

your face is a mess

you can't get enough

but enough ain't the test

you've got your transmission and your live wire

you got your cue line and a handful of ludes

you wanna be there when they count up the dudes

and i love your dress

you're a juvenile success

because your face is a mess

so how could they know?

i said

how could they know?

so what you wanna know calamity's child

where'd you wanna go?

what can i do for you? looks like you've been there too

'cause you've torn your dress

and your face is a mess

ooo

your face is a mess

ooo

ooo

so how could they know?

eh

eh

how could they know?