Rebel Rebel - Ligabue

You've got your mother in a whirl 
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl 
Hey babe, your hair's alright 
Hey babe, 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're playing hard 
You want more and you want it fast 
They put you down, they 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! 

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess 
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test 
You've got your transmission and your live wire 
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes 
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes 
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? 

So what you wanna know 
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile 
Where'd you wanna go? 
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too 
'Cause you've torn your dress 
And your face is a mess 
Your face is a mess 
So how could they know?