Teacher says that I've been naughtynI must learn to concentratenBut the girls they pull my hairnAnd with the boys I can't relatenDaddy says I'm good for nothingnMama says that it's from himnManic sister thinks I'm crackingnBrother says it's in my genesnnDon't you want to?nDon't you want to be the one?nDon't you want to?nBang bang bang bang bang bang bangnDon't you want to?nDon't you want to hold the gun?nDon't you want to?nBang bang bang bang bang bang bangnnSo we put on our eyelinernAnd a bit of glitter dustnLife at night is always finernNeon streets are full of lustnTeenage kids and Soho Dolls,nThey make you want to crynLike my superstar they fallnSome will be alrightnnDon't you want to?nDon't you want to be the one?nDon't you want to?nBang bang bang bang bang bang bangnDon't you want to?nDon't you want to hold the gun?nDon't you want to?nBang bang bang bang bang bang bangnnSunlight falls onto his eyesnBut he don't stir or turnnMessages on the answerphonenBut none will be returnednMonday morning, lousy morningnWhat a day to seenIn the evening I will hear it nOn the BBCnnDon't you want to?nDon't you want to be the one?nDon't you want to?nBang bang bang bang bang bang bangnDon't you want to?nDon't you want to hold the gun?nDon't you want to?nBang bang bang bang bang bang bang