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 dont 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