Teacher says that you've been naughty 
You must learn to concentrate 
But the girls they pull your hair 
And with the boys you can't relate 
Daddy says you're good for nothing 
Mama says that it's from him 
Manic sister thinks you're cracking 
Brother says it's in your genes 

Don't you want to? 
Don't you want to be the one?
Don't you want to? 
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang 
Don't you want to? 
Don't you want to hold the gun? 
Don't you want to? 
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang 

So you put on your eyeliner 
And a bit of glitter dust 
Life at night is always finer 
Neon streets are full of lust 
Teenage kids and Soho Dolls 
They all make you want to cry 
Like my superstar they fall 
Some will be alright 

Sunlight falls into my eyes 
But I don't stir or turn 
Messages on the answer phone 
But none will be returned 
Monday morning, lousy morning 
What a day to see 
In the evening you will hear it 
On the BBC