TEENAGE TERROR

Duration

2:40

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

TEENAGE TERROR Get off the telephone Why don’t you clean up your room? Can’t you stay home at night? It’s time to got to bed Shut off the radio Oh don’t you call me that Oh don’t you call me that Oh don’t you call me that Wonder what he’s thinking of me Was I just as bad myself? He’s my darlin’ Little Angel He’s been hangin’ out with an older guy Don’t he know that he will take advantage of him try to make him Sleep with him my poor little boy Oh don’t you call me that Oh don’t you call me that Oh don’t you call me that Screams at me in the middle of the night Don’t he ever stop to think That I am only thinking of him He’s my Teenage Terror I’m his frieked out father Rock n Roll ain’t what it used to be Look at Little Angel in his black n blue masquara what a Mess I guess he’s turnin’ out to be Oh don’t you call me that Oh don’t you call me that Oh don’t you call me that Wears a dress I couldn’t care less Don’t he ever stop to think That I am only thinking of him He’s my Teenage Terror I’m his frieked out father Wonder what he’s thinking of me Was I just as bad myself? He’s my darlin’ Little Angel Get off the telephone Why don’t you clean up your room? Can’t you stay home at night? It’s time to got to bed Shut off the radio Oh don't you call me that Oh don't you call me that Oh don't you call me that