Used to be a major scale But the melody went stale Musical cacophony, let Incy Wincy 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, oh, 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 You'll never find out 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're being weak You want a hassle free life? Then find 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 You'll never find out what happened The day I turned seventeen The rise of a king and the fall of a queen Oh, seventeen Never fell down like a princess But at least I picked myself up like a queen