Rebel

His teeth as he smiles
Are white and glistening
He don't know the name
Of the song he's whistling
He says what he likes
Cos nobody's listening
He's a mod and he's rebel
Lives so high cos he knows
He'll never find his level
Credit cards and a maserati
Don't go to films
Less he knows they're arty
Likes Women's Lib
And the Values Party
He's a Rasta, he's New Wave
Don't do nothing
Less he's told exactly
How to behave
He's got it all sewn up
But he don't know why
He thinks he's all grown up
But he just can't cry
Got a girl in every town
Says what he likes
Cos he's just a clown
He's a mod and he's a rebel
Lives so high cos he knows
He'll never find his level
He's a rebel, he's so fine
He's like me