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Sweet – Teenage Rampage

The Sweet – Teenage Rampage – Vinyl (7", 45 RPM + 2 more), 1974 [r5484168] | Discogs

About the Song

There are rock songs that ignite a fire in the hearts of their listeners, and then there are anthems—tracks so full of energy and attitude that they define a generation. “Teenage Rampage” by Sweet is one such anthem, a high-voltage, foot-stomping call to arms that encapsulates the rebellious spirit of the 1970s.

Released in 1974, “Teenage Rampage” came at the height of Sweet’s glam rock dominance, a period when they were churning out hit after hit with their signature mix of raw power, catchy hooks, and flamboyant showmanship. Written by the iconic songwriting duo Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman, the song perfectly captures the youthful defiance and uncontainable energy that fueled the glam rock movement.

From the very first pounding drumbeat, “Teenage Rampage” explodes with urgency. The track is built on a driving, almost militaristic rhythm, layered with crunching guitar riffs and soaring vocal harmonies. Brian Connolly’s powerful, raspy voice delivers the lyrics with an electrifying mix of swagger and conviction, rallying young people to rise up, take control, and embrace their generation’s unstoppable force.

Lyrically, the song taps into the rebellious nature of youth culture, with lines like “Come join the revolution, get yourself a constitution” serving as an electrifying battle cry. It’s not a protest song in the traditional sense, but rather an exuberant celebration of teenage power—loud, proud, and unfiltered. In an era where youth movements were reshaping society, Sweet captured the energy of the time in a way that felt both exhilarating and undeniably cool.

Though it didn’t reach the same legendary status as “Ballroom Blitz” or “Fox on the Run,” “Teenage Rampage” remains a fan favorite and a testament to Sweet’s ability to craft infectious, larger-than-life rock anthems. The song’s relentless energy and gang-vocal chorus make it an enduring classic, one that still has the power to get fists pumping and heads banging nearly five decades later.

Whether you were there in the ‘70s, blasting it on vinyl, or you’re discovering it for the first time, “Teenage Rampage” is a reminder of what rock and roll is all about—youthful rebellion, uncontainable energy, and a sound that demands to be played at full volume.THE SWEET

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Lyrics: Teenage Rampage

We want Sweet!
We want Sweet!
We want Sweet!All over the land, the kids have finally startin’ to get the upper hand
They’re out on the streets, they turn on the heat
And soon they could be completely in command

Imagine the sensation of teenage occupation
At thirteen they’ll be learning
And at fourteen they’ll be burning
But there’s something in the air of which we all will be aware
But they don’t care! No! No! No! No! So!

Come and join the revolution
Get yourself the constitution
And join the revolution now
And recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage
Turn another page on the teenage rampage now
So recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage
Turn another page on the teenage rampage now, now, now…

They’re getting it on, ain’t doing it wrong, but they’re gonna do it, it won’t be long
They’ve gotta be heard, they’ve got the word, they really belong
And now they’re coming on strong

Imagine the formation of teenage legislation
At thirteen they were fooling
But at sixteen they’ll be ruling
And there’s something in the air of which we all will be aware
But they don’t care! No! No! No! No! So!

Come and join the revolution
Get yourself a constitution
And join the revolution now
And recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage
Turn another page on the teenage rampage now
So recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage
Turn another page on the teenage rampage now

There’s something in the air of which we all will be aware
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, so!

Come join the revolution
Get yourself a constitution
And join the revolution now
And recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage
Turn another page on the teenage rampage now
So recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage
Turn another page on the teenage rampage now
Recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage now (We want Sweet!)
And recognise your age, it’s a teenage rampage now, now, now…

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