Loyola

Who talks back to the teacher in class

cause she always wants to have her way

And who's getting hurt cause she's taking on the world

what a drag growing up in LA

Loyola, Loyola what a drag growing up in LA

Loyola, Loyola what a drag growing up in LA

She's just 16 reads Circus magazine

got the keys to her daddy's new car

she can drive all night to the radio's light

dreaming she's a rock and roll star

Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la

Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la

She looks in the mirror

she likes what she sees

she straps on her guitar

tonight she's gonna try

tonight she's gonna fly

Sittin in her room with the records on the floor

she's got the colour TV and the posters on the wall

laughing on the phone with her best girlfriend

It's so much fun when you can't fit in

Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la

Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la

Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la

Loyola, Loyola, Loyola la la la