Got your mother in a whirl She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Wey babe your hair's alright Hey baby 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 loud You want more and you want it fast Put you down and say I'm wrong And 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.
Got your mother in a whirl Cos she's no sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe your hair's alright . . .
Rebel Rebel you've torn your dress . . .
You've torn your dress your face is a mess You can't get enough but it don't fake the test Transmission and a live wire you got Your cue lines and a handful of ludes you wanna But you love your dress your face is a mess You're a juvenile success because your face is a mess So how could they know I said how could they know.