Look out mama I’m coming through
It don’t mean to me what it won’t for you
Burn your brassiere and your high heeled shoes, yeah
When you’ve nothing left
You’ve got something to lose.
If your hair is long and your soul is free
Come on come on come running to me
But you’ve heard it all before
The teenage wall

Look out mama I’m coming through
Just about learned what this thing can do
Teenage werewolf mating call…...
Then you’re sitting there looking,
Looking like I’ve got just enough left to be still in decline
I’m just about ready to blow
The teenage wall

Speak to the face
And not to the hand
I’ve got nothing to say that you’d understand

You got the wrong girl,you made the wrong call
Everyone thought you were too old to fall
But you’re waiting on her to call
Yes you are
Sitting there looking
Looking like I’ve got just enough left to be still in decline
I’m just about ready to blow
The teenage wall