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 Bm E
They put you down they say I'm wrong You tacky thing you put them on
D E
Rebel Rebel you've torn you're dress
Rebel Rebel your face is a mess
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
