tell - me something
why do i always find it hard just to get along
try my best - for nothing
every little thing i do is wrong

feel it in my brain
driving me insane
round and round
the same old tune

"daddy´s on the phone
you know you´re not alone
turn that down
and clean up your room."

sons and daughters
(don´t fall in)
in hot water
sons and daughters
(they don´t do)
what they oughta

tell (tell) you something
music is the key to set me free
to the beat (on the street) i´m jumping
forgetting all the things they said ´bout me

here it comes again
chugging like a train
round and round
an impeccable groove

i know it´s getting late
but i won´t histate
can´t slow down
got to do what i do

sons and daughters
(always in)
in hot water

wasting time
is a crime in their eyes
but i´m still young
so much time to decide - what to do...

(i don´t need confirmation
for my boyhood extrapolation
though i´m not sure of my direction
i have the groove for my protection)

here it comes again
chugging like a train
round and round
an impeccable groove

i know it´s getting late
but i won´t hesitate
can´t slow down
got to do what i do

sons and daughters
(don´t fall in)
in hot water
(when they fall by the way)
sons and daughters
(they don´t do)
what they oughta

tell me something
where you staying tonight
your folks
have waited up for you
now they´ve locked the door
and turned off the light.