Got your mother in a whirl

Got your mother in a whirl 'cause

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

Hey, babe, your hairs alright

Hey, babe, lets go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing, and we look divine

You love bands when they play it hard

You want more, and you want it first

Put you down, 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!



Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo



(1st verse) (chorus)



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Don't ya?

Ow

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo



Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel, how could they know?

I love you so much!





You've torn your dress, your face is a mess

You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test

You've got transmission and a live wire

Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes

You wanna be there when they count up the dues

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?

To what you wanna know

Calamitys child, chi-chile, chi-chile

Where'd you wanna go?

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, ooo, your face is a mess

Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?

How could they know? Ha

Ha-ha