I couldn't wait to get home
Drop my stuff on the kitchen floor
I got two days, that isn't enough
Could use a few more

Telling me
Telling me to shape up
Telling me
Telling me to shape up

I looked in the mirror
I can't ... [?]
Call my buddies 'round [?]
... [?] you
Of course we ...[?]
We'll wound up [?] downtown

Telling me
Telling me to shape up
Telling me
Telling me to shape up

I'm wearing dirty clothes
I need a filthy rag
I like the New York Dolls and The Clash
I'm wearing dirty clothes
I need a filthy rag
Like the New York Dolls, bunch of fags

I'm wearing dirty clothes
I need a filthy rag
I love the New York Dolls and The Clash

Couldn't wait to get home
Drop my stuff on the kitchen floor
I got two days, that ain't enough
Could use a few [?] more

Telling me
Telling me to shape up
They keep on telling me
Telling me to shape up
They keep on telling me
Telling me to shape up
Yeah, yeah, telling me
Telling me
Don't tell me daddy [?], don't tell me to shape up