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She want more She dont like slavery. Ooh yeah, little baby With a rebel yell. With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more With a rebel yell more, more, more, He lives in his own heaven I’d sell my soul, for money to burn- he wants to continue to pay her if that’s all he can do to feel like he is actually with her…even though she continues her rebel lifestyle". She cried more, more, more. “Clearly it’s about him getting laid by a young stripper/hooker who he pays and he has fallen in love with, but she doesn’t want to settle down. In the midnight hour she cried - "more, more, more" With a rebel yell she cried - "more, more, more" In the midnight hour babe - "more, more, more" With a rebel yell - "more, more, more" More, more, more She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed What set you free and brought you to me babe Copyright: Writer(s): Billy Idol, Steve Stevens Lyrics Terms of Use, Last night a little dancer, came dancin' to my door With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more A thousand miles, for you Always a classic. What sets you free and brought you to me, babe ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. In the midnight hour babe more, more, more He was not familiar with the brand, but he liked the name and decided to write a “Rebel Yell” song. He lives in his own heaven- he fools himself into being satisfied just because he gets to screw her She sees me to bed. With a rebel yell, more, more, more- again, she’s gettig laid and she’s a rebel given her lifestyle What sets you free, I need you here by me, because, In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more A million times, for you, I'd sell my soul, for you, babe Well, he's out all night to collect a fare Stevens states that he was inspired by acoustic guitarist Leo Kottke’s style. I'd give you all, and have none, babe Ooh yeah, little angel She wont sit and beg. Just as long, just as long it don't mess up his hair, I walked the ward, for you, babe And if it expires, pray help from above, because. She don’t like slavery- she doesn’t want to be tied down I need you here by me. What set you free. Last night a little angel came pumping- he’s obviously boning her (not getting a BJ) The instrumental introduction, which sounds like a combination of electric guitar and electronic keyboard, is performed by Stevens on guitar alone, who intended it to sound this way. i found this on a website while i was looking for the meaning of rebel yell, and i think it hits home the closest. More, more, more. More, more, more, more, more! The song was co-written by guitarist Steve Stevens. Collects it to go from the seven eleven She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more Live performance is Unbelievable. More, more, more! With a rebel yell more, more, more More, more, more, more, more! In the midnight hour babe more, more, more In the midnight hour babe more, more, more With a rebel yell more, more, more More, more, more! she wants to be your good girl very desperately. Owww. Well, Joe, i think you know what happened to your little rebel yell. People just need to read the lyrics and stop trying to find something that isn’t there…if you’ve ever listened to Billy talk he is no Shakespeare and I’m sure he doesn’t have too many hidden meanings…, Last night a little dancer- the young stripper/hooker More, more, more. At a televised performance of VH1 Storytellers Billy Idol said that he had attended an event where Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Ronnie Wood of The Rolling Stones were taking swigs from a bottle of “Rebel Yell” bourbon whiskey. Because. “Rebel Yell” was named as the 79th best rock song by VH1 in 2009. Just to, just to, just to, just to, to have you here by me, because. More, more, more! She said come baby You got a license for love And if it expires Bring Hell from above because In the midnight hour she cried "more, more, more" With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more" In the midnight hour, babe "more, more, more" With a rebel yell, "more, more, more" More, more, more She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg