Rebel Rebel

D                           E
  You've got your mother    in a 
whirl
  She's not sure if you're a boy or 
a girl
  Hey babe                your hairs
 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 play it
 hard
  You want more   and    you  want 
it fast

A                           D    
  They put you down    they  say 
             Bm                    
I'm wrong       You tacky thing you
 E
 put them on

D                           E
   Rebel   Rebel       you've  torn 
you're dress
   Rebel   Rebel       your face is 
a mess
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   Rebel   Rebel       how could 
they know?

D                           E
   Hot tramp                I    
love you so

D                       E
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 dues

D          E
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?

D           E
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, 
chi-chile
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?
Eh, eh