Raised to be a lady
By the golden rule;
Alice was the spawn
Of a public school
With a double-barrel'd name
In the back of her brain;
And a simple case of "Mummy doesn't love me blues."
Reality it seemed
Was just a dream;
She couldn't get it on
With the boys on the scene;
But what do you expect
From a chick who's just sixteen;
But hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
You know what I mean
All of the young girls love Alice
"Tender young Alice," they say;
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice, it's my turn today
All of the young girls love Alice
"Tender young Alice," they say;
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me?
Wait 'till my husband's away
Poor little darlin'
With a chip out of her heart;
It's like actin' in a movie
When you've got the wrong part;
And getting your kicks
In another girl's bed;
And it was only last Tuesday
They found you in the subway dead
And who could you call your friends down in Soho?
One or two middle aged dykes in the A-Go-Go
But what do you expect, from a sixteen year old yo-yo;
And hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Oh, don't you know?
All of the young girls love Alice
"Tender young Alice," they say;
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice, it's my turn today
All of the young girls love Alice
"Tender young Alice," they say;
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me?
Wait 'till my husband's away