(Composição: David Bowie) 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 Don't 'ya? Don't 'ya? You've got your mother in a whirl 'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey, babe, your hair's alright Hey, babe, let's stay 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 Don't 'ya? 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 Oh, your face is a mess Rebel, rebel Oh, oh, so how could they know? Ah, ah, how could they know? Rebel, rebel
