Down in the cellar, with Dolly and Sue
Smoking fags and feeling cool
Talking to the guy who lives downstairs
And walking around in ridiculous flares
Back in the bushes we find a cat
And beat 'm up with a baseballbat
And Grandma said we'll grow up bad
'n go straight to hell, just like dad
But don't you get your hopes up high
The kid's allright
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue
Falling in love and feeling blue
Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs
And walking around in ridiculous flares
Playing hookey, pretend we're sick
Mamma dont care if it's just a trick
'cause she just wishes she never had
Those kids from hell who drive her mad
But dont you get your hopes up high
The kid's allright
Now dont you think the kid's allright
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Down in the cellar, with Dolly and Sue
Smoking fags and feeling cool
Talking to the guy who lives downstairs
And walking around in ridiculous flares
Back in the bushes we find a cat
And beat 'm up with a baseballbat
And Grandma said we'll grow up bad
'n go straight to hell, just like dad
But don't you get your hopes up high
The kid's allright
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue
Falling in love and feeling blue
Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs
And walking around in ridiculous flares
Playing hookey, pretend we're sick
Mamma dont care if it's just a trick
'cause she just wishes she never had
Those kids from hell who drive her mad
But dont you get your hopes up high
The kid's allright
Now dont you think the kid's allright
Smoking fags and feeling cool
Talking to the guy who lives downstairs
And walking around in ridiculous flares
Back in the bushes we find a cat
And beat 'm up with a baseballbat
And Grandma said we'll grow up bad
'n go straight to hell, just like dad
But don't you get your hopes up high
The kid's allright
Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue
Falling in love and feeling blue
Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs
And walking around in ridiculous flares
Playing hookey, pretend we're sick
Mamma dont care if it's just a trick
'cause she just wishes she never had
Those kids from hell who drive her mad
But dont you get your hopes up high
The kid's allright
Now dont you think the kid's allright