Teacher says that I’ve been naughty
I must learn to concentrate
But the girls they pull my hair
And with the boys I can’t relate
Daddy says I’m good for nothing
Mama says that it’s from him
Manic sister thinks I’m cracking
Brother says it’s in my genes
Oh~~
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
Oh~~
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 we put on our 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 make you want to cry
Like my superstar they fall
Some will be alright
Oh~~
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
Oh~~
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
Sunlight falls onto his eyes
But he don’t stir or turn
Messages on the answerphone
But none will be returned
Monday morning, lousy morning
What a day to see
In the evening I will hear it
On the BBC
Oh~~
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
Oh~~
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