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