The Rebel - Mick Flannery

Wake up girl we gotta get out of town,

Come on now I’m sorry I let you down.

I messed up babe it’s not gonna go away,

I lost big and I borrowed from Ray.

But it’s all right, yeah it’s all right

We just gotta get on

Open up girl it’s sik-ki-ki-kind of cold,

Come on I got all my confessions told.

I know the boy hasn’t begged enough,

Sometimes I wish you’d grow up.

But it’s all right, yeah it’s all right

We just gotta get on.

Yeah it’s all right man get up your things and get yourself gone.

I have no time for your kind,

It’s all right man,

It’s all right man,

It’s all oohh

You don’t knock on my door,

You don’t come here no more,

You be careful what you wish for, man.

«Be careful» say what’s that supposed to mean?

A big rebel, ain’t that what you saw in me?

I wish you’d come to your senses girl,

Me and you, we could travel the world.

It’s all right, yeah it’s all right

We just gotta get on.

Yeah it’s all right man get up your things and get yourself gone.

I have no time for your kind

It’s all right man,

It’s all right man,

It’s all oohh

You don’t knock on my door,

You don’t come here no more,

You be careful what you wish for, man

You don’t knock on my door,

You don’t come here no more,

You be careful what you wish for, man

Careful what you wish for, man