Used to be a major scale
But the melody went stale
Musical cacophony let
Incy-wincy-spider free
You're a rich little boy
Who's had to work for his toys
You've got all the sensibilities
Of an upper-class guy

No, no, I'm not your little slave
No, I don't twist and turn that way
Only got bad things to say
You're always asking what is up, up with me

Could never tell you what happened
The day I turned seventeen
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen
Seventeen, seventeen

Oh, you are embarrassed of me
'Cos I use my tongue freely
Bet you wish I couldn't speak
'Cos when I do, you know
I tell you why I feel weak
You want a hassle-free life
Go get your upper-class wife
Oh, she's got all the personality
Of a lemon that has been
Truly sucked dry

You teach me how to behave
I felt you question the way
I was brought up as a baby
Well, you don't know fuck about my family

Could never tell you what happened
The day I turned seventeen
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen
Seventeen, seventeen

Never felt like a princess
I used to kid myself in distress
That it was just how things
Were meant to be
Oh, seventeen, seventeen