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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cheap Trick
Cheap Trick
Performer
Daxx Nielsen
Daxx Nielsen
Drums
Tom Petersson
Tom Petersson
Bass
Rick Nielsen
Rick Nielsen
Guitar
Robin Zander
Robin Zander
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Messina
Jay Messina
Recording Engineer
Jack Douglas
Jack Douglas
Producer
Bruce Witkin
Bruce Witkin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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 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
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
Rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel
Well 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
Well I love your dress (rebel, rebel)
You're a juvenile success (rebel, rebel)
Because your face is a mess (rebel, rebel)
So, well how could they know? (rebel, rebel)
I said, how could they know? (rebel, rebel)
So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child
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)
Your face is a mess
How could they know?
How could they know?
Well how could they know?
How could they know?
Written by: David Bowie
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