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