Rebel Rebel

David Bowie

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    You've got your mother in a whirl
    She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
    Hey, babe, your hair's 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're playing hard
    You want more and you want it fast

    They put you down, they 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

    Don't 'ya?
    Don't 'ya?

    You've got your mother in a whirl
    'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
    Hey, babe, your hair's alright
    Hey, babe, let's stay out tonight

    You like me and I like it all
    We like dancing and we look divine
    You love bands when they're playing hard
    You want more and you want it fast

    They put you down, they 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

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    Don't 'ya?

    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

    Don't 'ya?

    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 dudes

    And I love your dress
    You're a juvenile success
    Because your face is a mess

    (Rebel. Rebel)

    So how could they know?
    I said, how could they know?

    (Rebel, rebel)

    So what you wanna know?
    Calamity's child, chi, cha, chi, cha

    (Rebel, rebel)

    Where'd you wanna go?
    What can I do for you?
    Looks like you've been there too
    'Cause you've torn your dress

    (Rebel, rebel)

    And your face is a mess
    Oh, your face is a mess

    (Rebel, rebel)

    Oh, oh, so how could they know?
    Ah, ah, how could they know?

    (Rebel, rebel)

    Song details

    Composition: Seu Jorge and David Bowie

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