Used to be a major scale, But the melody went stale, Musical cacophony let, Insy Winsy spider free.
You're a rich little boy, Who's had to work for his toys, You've got all the sensibilities, oh, Of an upper class guy.
No, no I'm not your little slave, No I don't twist and turn that way, Only got bad things to say, You're always asking what is up, up with me,
Could never tell you what happened, The day I turned seventeen, The rise of a king and the fall of a queen, Oh seventeen, Seventeen.
Oh, you were embarrassed of me, 'Cause I used my tongue freely, Bet you wish I couldn't speak, 'Cause when I do, you know, I tell you why you appear weak.
You want a hassle free life? Go get your upper class wife, She's got all the personality, oh Of a lemon that has been. Truly sucked dry.
You teach me how to behave, I felt you question the way, I was brought up as a baby, Well you don't know fuck about my family.
Could never tell you what happened The day I turned seventeen The rise of a king and the fall of a queen Oh seventeen (seventeen), Oh seventeen, Oh seventeen, The rise of the king and the fall of a queen, Oh seventeen.
Never felt like a princess, I used to kill myself in this dress, That it was just how things, Were meant to be, Oh seventeen, Seventeen.