Rebel was your middle name
When you were a young girl
Living free in the '60s
Black boots, mini-skirt, blonde curls
Then when you went to art school
Breaking hearts and all the rules
You met the man of your dreams
To society, he was unconventional
But you didn't mind being outside

Times have really really changed, changed
Yet they always stay the same, same woo ooh
Never really get to walk away, do you?
Who will be the ones to walk away with you?

Hustle was your middle name
When you were a young man
Living to breathe in the '60s
Black-picked, flared fit, bongos
Then when you went to art school
Pushing back crackie and June
Witnessing this side of blue
You knew that you'd be nothing but a number
Thrown in the back

Time hasn't even, time hasn't even changed, changed
Is it always gonna stay the same way? Woo-ooh
You don't really get to walk away, do you?
Who will be the ones to walk with you?
Times should really, really change, change
Yet the always stay the same way to you
You don't really get to walk away do you?
Who will be the ones to walk with you?