Rebel - Toy Love

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