The Dictators - Loyola lyrics

Who talks back to the teacher in cla** cause she always wants to have her way And who's getting hurt cause she's taking on the world what a drag growing up in LA Loyola, Loyola what a drag growing up in LA Loyola, Loyola what a drag growing up in LA She's just 16 reads Circus magazine got the keys to her daddy's new car she can drive all night to the radio's light dreaming she's a rock and roll star Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la She looks in the mirror she likes what she sees she straps on her guitar tonight she's gonna try tonight she's gonna fly Sittin in her room with the records on the floor she's got the colour TV and the posters on the wall laughing on the phone with her best girlfriend It's so much fun when you can't fit in Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la