Rat race, Sunday Mass,
they've never been my interest.
Academia, bookworms,

I've never been too impressed.
Politicians lie more and more,
and you know, they're such a bore.

Presidents and secretaries
they ain't gonna run my world


because:
I'm on the move, another trip,
my friends are few but really hip.

Girls and music make my day,
while all around it's all so grey


They call me rebel, rebel,
'cause this world to me don't make any sense
Rebel, rebel,

and I just stay here sitting on the fence.
Rebel, baby, rebel,
but I'm free as the wind in a summer day.

Rebel, rebel,
and people always bore me anyway,
oh yeah!


High school friends, drinking pals,
they're all tired and "grown-up".

Television, nagging wives,
and they all get so fat.
It ain't fun, it's no gas,

to live life as a government clerk.
It ain't clever, no, it ain't smart
to live your life just like another jerk.


Another place, another girl,
they say I'm crazy but it's them who are mad.

But everything will be alright
if you dance with me, girl, all night.


They call me rebel, rebel
'cause this world to me don't make any sense.
Rebel, rebel,

and I just stay here sitting on the fence.
Rebel, baby, rebel,
but I'm free as a bird in a summer day.

Rebel, rebel,
and people always bore me anyway,
oh yeah!