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 Of an upper-class guy No, 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 Could never tell you what happened The day I turned seventeen The rise of a king and the fall of a queen Seventeen, seventeen Oh, you are embarrassed of me 'Cause I use my tongue freely Bet you wish I couldn't speak 'Cause when I do, you know I tell you why I feel weak You want a hassle-free life Go get your upper-class wife Oh, she's got all the personality 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 Could never tell you what happened The day I turned seventeen The rise of a king and the fall of a queen Seventeen, seventeen Never felt like a princess I used to kid myself in distress That it was just how things Were meant to be Oh, seventeen, seventeen