Loyola Lyrics - Singles - The Dictators

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