I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair   The way you say that people who are working, they are aiming to be posh, my dear   People flocked around you by the smokeys in our school   Teacher's, they contained all their anger as you regularly broke their rules   And everyone done the pill,   but solvent abuse it can kill      The first taste of heaven there was splattered on your screen   Floating with schemers and the part-time Halloweeners and the Lochee team   And everyone done the pill,   but solvent abuse can kill      5 Rebecca's, all of them are close to me   One of them's a cock, and one of them does history   One of them's my niece, and one lives close   And the one I love the most has turned into a junkie      So under satisfied with minors at your age   And something so deceiving when you find yourself conceiving on a holy day   So unachievable with minors at your height,   and something so deceiving when you find yourself conceiving on a Sunday night   Everyone done the pill, but solvent abuse can kill       5 Rebecca's, all of them are close to me   One of them's a cock, and one of them does history   One of them's my niece, and one lives close   And the one I love the most has turned into a junkie      Poor Miss. Rebecca, you'll be missed my girl   Wasn't for the treasure you'd be rich my girl   Saved your from the terrier and your so called friends,   took a back seater but they killed it in the end though,   You're sitting really cozy in your humble black cave   It doesn't seem likely for a girl your age   Us cupid little kids can never look back,   when one of us is lying in a big brown bag      Oh oh oh   Oh oh oh      5 Rebecca's, all of them are close to me   One of them's a cock, and one of them does history   One of them's my niece, and one lives close   And the one I love the most has turned into a junkie      5 Rebecca's, all of them are close to me   One of them's a cock, and one of them does history   One of them's my niece, and one lives close   And the one I love the most has turned into a junkie      I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair   They way you say that people who are working   I can tell you, that's a touch my dear