What a drag it is In these gold lame jeans Is this the coolest way To get though your teens? Well I cut my hair weird
I read that it was in I look like a rooster That was drowned and raised again
What are you going to do? I´ll tell you what I´m going to do Why don´t you get away? I´m going to leave today
I ran into my room And I fell down on my knees Well I thought that fifteen Was going to be a breeze I picked up my guitar To blast away the clouds Somebody in the next room yelled You got to turn that damn thing down
What are you going to do? I´ll tell you what I´m going to do Why don´t you get away? Well I´m going to cry all day
And I know trouble is brewing out there But I can hardly care They fight all night about his private secretary Lipstick stain, blonde hair
What are you going to do? I´ll tell you what I´m going to do Why don´t you run away? I´m going to leave today But even I don´t know what I´m going to do Don´t know what I´m going to do No
What are you going to do? I´ll tell you what I´m going to do Why don´t you run away? I´m going to leave today
What are you going to do? I´ll tell you what I´m going to do Why don´t you get away? I´d rather to cry all day