Listen man, we're just some kids out looking for good times If everyone would stay away, we'd get along just fine Every Tom and Dick and Harry likes to tell us what to do We've had it up to here, and we don't want it from you
The hometown folks are so ashamed, they put us in exile Nine months hard labor, like working on the rockpile With rules and regulations, man, we never really mix 'Cause things like that get in the way when searching for some kicks
'Cause baby that's us Kicking up a fuss From the second we stepped off of the bus Yeah man that's us Kicking up a fuss From the day I was born There's one thing I can trust
They'd like us to be choir boys with manners so genteel We never had much cop to that, just acting what we feel There's a lesson to be learned, they say they wanna teach But maybe we would learn it if they practiced what they preach
'Cause baby that's us...
Everybody has their rank There can't be rich without the poor There can't be pleasure without pain Above all order must remain
Yeah man, that's us...
Oh life has got our number And there's nothing left to try I don't know where rock and roll comes from But I know the reasons why
