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