Lyrics:

Maggie, she knows the kings of France,
But Maggie declines to dance.
She won't work in a factory,
Her parents think she should.
She's inclined academically,
And so far it's so good.

Maggie won't be a teenage bride.
Maggie against the tide,
She accepts the adversity,
She always knew she could.
To attend university,
And so far it's so good.

She's into Rigoletto,
She's into Zubin Mehta.
She knows that Canaletto,
He's no painter decorator.
With due consideration,
To further education.

She's rebel of sorts,
She's a rebel of course,
She's a rebel on a level,
There's an oh and then a me and then oh ---

Maggie, she likes to have some fun.
But Maggie won't fool around,
That old lesson's just teasing, yet,
It's humoresque with you,
The sensation is pleasing yet,
She only humours you.

Maggie so far, so far so good.
Maggie so far, so far so good.

She's a rebel of course,
She's a rebel of sorts,
She's a rebel on a level,
There's a oh and then a me and then oh ---

Maggie don't like the things I like.
So Maggie, upon my bike,
I thought Milton and Burns and Keats,
Were Scotland's midfield men.
When I learn I won't be for keeps
I'm hanging up my pen.

Maggie so far, so far so good.
Maggie so far, so far so good.

Maggie.