(Joan Jett/Kenny Laguna). Daddy's got his beer and he's glued to the television. An' Mamma's in the kitchen. With the dishes and the pots and pans. An' I be in my bedroom. Contemplatin' all the living I'm missin'. Just waiting for the day. I won't have to follow someone else's plans. I'm frustrated my hands are tied. I'm frustrated my brains are fried. I'm frustrated no place to hide. Cause they see what they wanna see. An' no one ever knows that I'm lonely. I've got rockets in my sockets. But I got no place to go. An' in my dreams I find my one and only. Then I wake up in the morning. And reality really blows. I said I'm frustrated my hands are tied. I'm frustrated my brains are fried. I'm frustrated no place to hide. Don't do this don't do that. Don't go out come right back. Say no more such a bore. You can go around in circles an never find the perfect lover. Steal a glance but never take a chance. So ya stay at square one. Ya make a big mistake. When ya try to tell a book by its cover. Yea know I got a lot but I'd sure like to have a little fun. Fun that's right. I said I'm frustrated my hands are tied. I'm frustrated my brains are fried. I'm frustrated no place to hide.