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.