Can’t keep my hands to myself
Think I’ll dust ‘em off, put ‘em back up on the shelf
In case my little baby girl is in need
Am I coming out of left field?
 
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
…Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
…Might be over now, but I feel it still
 
Got another mouth to feed
Leave her with a baby sitter, mama, call the grave digger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?
 
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
…Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
…Might be over now, but I feel it still
 
We could fight a war for peace
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)
Give in to that easy living
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
Stop flipping for my enemies
We could wait until the walls come down
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)
It’s time to give a little to the
Kids in the middle, but oh ‘til it falls
Won’t bother me
Is it coming Is it coming?
Is it coming? Is it coming?
Is it coming? Is it coming back?
 
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, yeah
Your love is an abyss for my heart to eclipse, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
 
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
…Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
…Might be over now, but I feel it still