David Bowie - Rebel, Rebel Lyrics

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.