Verse: I'm gonna tell you all a story about the fame and the glory of a girl named Rebelene. Well, she's a red haired daughter of a Nashville lawyer and a legend of the musical scene. Well, she can sing and pick a guitar lick. Yeah, she's country but she ain't no hick. Born to be a hardrocking, hellraising, hillbilly queen. Oh Rebelene, Rebelene. Why do you treat your daddy mean. Well can't you hear me when I scream: Rebelene, Rebelene. Well you ought to see her mom, she's a blue eyed blond, And a former Nashville, Tennessean. Well Rebelene's a born rocker, she’s the blood of Davie Crocket. She's a rebel, and she's GOTTA be free. Well she can sing and pick a guitar lick. Yeah, she's country but she ain't no hick. Born to be a hard-rocker, hell-raiser, hillbilly queen. Oh Rebelene, Rebelene. Why do you treat your daddy mean. Oh, can't you hear me when I scream: Rebelene, Rebelene. She broke all in the state, forty nine days, oversold an American Tour. Well, her show's over thrillin', she sold fifty million and she won all the music awards. She can sing and pick a guitar lick. Yeah she's country but she ain't no hick. Born to be a hard-rocker, hell-raiser, hillbilly queen. Oh Rebelene, Rebelene. Why do you treat your daddy mean. Why can't you hear me when I scream: Rebelene, Rebelene.