Rebel Rebel
Rabble, rabble.
I am loving David Bowie this week… dancing in his dunes of music.
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!
Graceee
