Momma don't care if it's just a trick
Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs
The kid's allright
And walking around in ridiculous flares
The kid's allright
Those kids from hell who drive her mad
And go straight to hell, just like dad
Back in the bushes, we find a cat
But don't get your hopes up high
And grandma says we'll turn out bad
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue
'Cause she just wishes she never had
But don't get your hopes up high
Falling in love and feeling blue
Walking around in ridiculous flares
Beat'm up with a baseball bat
Talking to the guy who lives downstairs
Playing hooky, pretend we're sick