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
Don't 'ya?
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
(Rebel rebel)
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
(Rebel rebel)
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi, cha, chi, cha
(Rebel rebel)
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you?
Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
(Rebel rebel)
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
(Rebel rebel)
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Ah, ah, how could they know?