Where they play Duane Eddy not Bert Weedon
Wanna mingle with the riff raff and be a rebel
So echo the bass and turn up the treble
Oh yeah, oh yeah

I wanna smoke my cigarettes in peace
I wanna brush out the parting and comb in the grease
I wanna trade my tie for studs and buckles
And tattoo your name across my knuckles
Oh yeah

I wanna tell the world she belongs to me
I wanna carve the news in the bark of a tree
A cupids heart with an arrow going through it
The stupid part is even then I knew she was wrong for me
Oh yeah

I was as jealous as hell cause he was just a kid
And he could walk on the waltzers like Jesus did
He said you try it, I said it's a piece of cake
But I knew he knew, I was a worm not a rattlesnake
Oh yeah

The summer rolled by like a white walled tyre
Then the candyfloss became barbed wire
She said, you're different you're not the same
You're just a jew looking for a christian name
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Then they chased me through a booming cage of arks
Oh hissing blue Flash Gordon sparks
Where dodgems dance on clubbed iron feet
Kicking each other to death to the beat
Oh yeah

How come you still invade my dreams
You belong in my Quiff Street fairground teens
I don't even know if she's still alive
If she is, she's probably married with five kids by now
Oh yeah

And I wonder if her husband carries a gun
Did he throw away his life in a chicken run
You know I think she made a big mistake
She should have fallen in love with the worm not the rattlesnake
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah