Rebel Rebel ukulele chords by David Bowie

Rebel Rebel

Key: EmDavid Bowie

Ukulele chords and lyrics for Rebel Rebel by David Bowie

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| E | D | E |

| D | E | D | E |

| D | E | D | E |

| D | E |

VERSE

Got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

BRIDGE

Put you down.

they say I'm wrong.

You tacky thing.

you Put them on.

CHORUS

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress.

Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess.

Rebel, rebel, how could they know.

Hot tramp, I love you so.

doo-doo

You've got your

VERSE

mother in a whirl 'cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl.

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

BRIDGE

They put you down, they say

I'm wrong

Your jacket thing, you put them on

CHORUS

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel, rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so

| E | D | E | D |

| E | D | E |

CHORUS

you've torn your dress

your face is a mess

You can't get enough,

Hot tramp, I love you so

You've

| E | D |

torn your dress, your face is a mess

VERSE

You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test

You've got your

Transmission and your live wire

You got your cue line and a handful of ludes

you wanna Be there when they count up the dues and I love your

You're a juvenile success

Because your face is a mess

So how could they know?

I said, how could they know?

BRIDGE

So what you wanna know?

You could land on this job,

job, job, but Where'd you wanna go?

What can I do for you?

CHORUS

Looks like you've been there too, 'Cause you've torn

and torn. And your face is a mess.

Ooh, your face is a mess.

So how could they know? Eh, eh,

How could they know?

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