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.