Used to be a major scale
But the melody went stale
Musical cacophony, let
Incy Wincy spider free
You're a rich little boy
Who's had to work for his toys
You've got all the sensibilities, oh
Of an upper class guy

No, oh, no I'm not your little slave
No I don't twist and turn that way
Only got bad things to say
You're always asking what is up, up with me

You'll never find out what happened
The day I turned seventeen
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen, oh
Seventeen (Seventeen)

Oh, you were embarrassed of me
'Cause I used my tongue freely
Bet you wish I couldn't speak
'Cause when I do, you know
I tell you why you're being weak
You want a hassle free life?
Then find your upper class wife
She's got all the personality, oh
Of a lemon that has been truly sucked dry

You teach me how to behave
I felt you question the way
I was brought up as a baby
Well, you don't know fuck about my family

You'll never find out what happened
The day I turned seventeen
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen
Oh, seventeen

Never fell down like a princess
But at least I picked myself up like a queen