Used to be a major scale,

But the melody went stale,

Musical cacophony let,

Insy Winsy spider free.



You're a rich little boy,

Who's had to work for his toys,

You've got all the sensibilities, oh,

Of an upper class guy.



No, no I'm not your little slave,

No I don't twist and turn that way,

Only got bad things to say,

You're always asking what is up, up with me,



Could never tell you what happened,

The day I turned seventeen,

The rise of a king and the fall of a queen, 

Oh seventeen, 

Seventeen.



Oh, you were embarrassed of me,

'Cause I used my tongue freely,

Bet you wish I couldn't speak,

'Cause when I do, you know,

I tell you why you appear weak.



You want a hassle free life?

Go get your upper class wife,

She's got all the personality, oh

Of a lemon that has been.

Truly sucked dry.



You teach me how to behave,

I felt you question the way,

I was brought up as a baby,

Well you don't know fuck about my family.



Could never tell you what happened

The day I turned seventeen

The rise of a king and the fall of a queen

Oh seventeen (seventeen),

Oh seventeen,

Oh seventeen,

The rise of the king and the fall of a queen,

Oh seventeen.



Never felt like a princess,

I used to kill myself in this dress,

That it was just how things,

Were meant to be,

Oh seventeen,

Seventeen.