Well, okay, yes You know I just won't deny it It's me, and me alone Who kicked up the riot I did it for a laugh You know I did it for a thrill From the windowsill I didn't pay my phone bill Every night I've been looking Over my shoulder Got a kickin' once Because I was older It was just a bunch of girls But they were prettier than me Not especially They were probably filthy Oh, ooh lala Stacie Anne lives in my street She's a waster I know her face And the smell of her feet I can taste her Loves me not And talks a lot And she treats me so unkind Tangles up my mind Never shows me a good time I go out every night I just don't be lazy If I didnt treat myself right You'd think I was crazy I don't work for money But I get along just fine Waste my f**in' time Gets myself a new headline Oh, got big mean hands And fabulous feet And I'm gonna hear A tip in the jar Got a ten pound note And a mysterious coat And a direct line to the bar You better run Ah you better run I'm no angel, I'm just a boy...