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