Got your mother in a whirl Got your mother in a whirl 'cause She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey, babe, your hairs alright Hey, babe, lets 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 hard You want more, and you want it first Put you down, 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! Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (1st verse) (chorus) - Don't ya? Ow Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? I love you so much! You've torn your dress, your face is a mess You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test You've got transmission and a live wire Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes You wanna be there when they count up the dues And I love your dress You're a juvenile success Because your face is a mess So how could they know? I said, how could they know? To what you wanna know Calamitys child, chi-chile, chi-chile Where'd you wanna go? Can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too 'Cause you've torn your dress And your face is a mess Ooo, ooo, your face is a mess Ooo, ooo, so how could they know? How could they know? Ha Ha-ha