Teacher says that you've been naughty You must learn to concentrate But the girls they pull your hair And with the boys you can't relate Daddy says you're good for nothing Mama says that it's from him Manic sister thinks you're cracking Brother says it's in your genes
Don't you want to? Don't you want to be the one? Don't you want to? Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang Don't you want to? Don't you want to hold the gun? Don't you want to? Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
So you put on your eyeliner And a bit of glitter dust Life at night is always finer Neon streets are full of lust Teenage kids and Soho Dolls They all make you want to cry Like my superstar they fall Some will be alright
Sunlight falls into my eyes But I don't stir or turn Messages on the answer phone But none will be returned Monday morning, lousy morning What a day to see In the evening you will hear it On the BBC