Why should I care if I have to cut my hair?
I got to move with the fashion or be outcast.
I know I should fight but my old man, he's really alright,
And I'm still living at home even though it won't last
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Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents five inches long
I'm out on the street again and I'm leaping along.
Dressed right for a beach fight, but I just can't explain why that
Un-certain feeling is still here in my brain
The kids at school
Have parents that seem so cool
And though I don't want to hurt them
Mine want me their way
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues
And there doesn't seem much hope
They'll
Let me stay
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Why do I have to be different from them
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend?
We have the same old row, again and again.
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice I'm around?
I work myself to death just to fit in.
I'm coming down
Got home on the very first train from town
My dad just left for work
He wasn't talking
It's all a game
And inside I'm just the same
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning