See the way he walks down the street.
Watch the way he shuffles his feet.
Oh, how he holds his head up high, when he goes
walking by, he's my guy.
When he holds my hand, I'm so proud.
Cause he's not just one of the crowd.
My baby is always the one, to try the things they've
never done. And just because of that they say...
He's a rebel and he'll never, ever be any good.
He's a rebel cause he never, ever does what he should.
Well, just because he doesn't do, what everybody else does,
That's no reason why I can't give him all my love.
He is always good to me, always treats me tenderly,
Cause he's not a rebel no, no, no...he's not a rebel
no, no, no. to me.
If they don't like him that way, they won't like me
after today...I'll be standing by his side, when they say...
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.