If I told you that I was a firm believer In religious cults and strange philosophies If I read Darwin and what's born could understand it Would you tell me that I'm dying to be free? If I went with all my friends to watch the football Red lights appeared till I just couldn't stand If I swore an oath and dug your own true balance Would you kick me out of trying to understand? Well, I'm a red-blooded boy And your mama's still a toy So don't hit me with your teenage abuse I'm the man on the book I'm the latest number one So don't tell me that I'm nothing to lose If I wore a dress that was painted all in yellow Rolled up for a funky ladies in blue jeans I was hip and saw the one big lost horizon Would you realize I'm living vivid dreams? Well, I'm a red-blooded boy And your mama's still a toy So don't anybody hear what I say I'm the man for the dreams I'm the man of the teens So don't kick me out or drive me away . . . Cause I'm a red-blooded boy And your mama's still a toy So don't anybody hear what I say I'm the man for the dreams I'm the man of the teens So don't kick me out or drive me away . . . . . .