Don't Tell Me What To Wear
I went to school today, the teacher threw me out
Said what I was wearing was bound to make him shout
I said get outta my face, don't tell me how to look
Go back to your algebra and you're basic algebra book
Listen man
CHORUS:
Don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me what to wear
Don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me to cut my hair
Don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me what to wear, you square
I went to my cousin's wedding with my black leather jacket on
Well, the groom tried to tell me how I was dressed wrong
I say don't tell me how to look, think, or act
I won't even listen to you, I think you're a drag, such a drag
CHORUS
I went to a chic French restaurant, I wasn't wearin' no tie
The maitre'd had the audacity to say: Boy, you must be high
I say: You're drinks look funny, costs too much money
And there's snails in your food
You don't like the looks of me; I don't like the looks of you
CHORUS
No Me Digas Qué Vestir
Fui a la escuela hoy, el profesor me echó
Dijo que lo que llevaba puesto seguramente lo haría gritar
Le dije sal de mi cara, no me digas cómo lucir
Vuelve a tu álgebra y a tu libro básico de álgebra
Escucha hombre
CORO:
No me digas, no me digas, no me digas qué vestir
No me digas, no me digas, no me digas que corte mi cabello
No me digas, no me digas, no me digas qué vestir, cuadrado
Fui a la boda de mi primo con mi chaqueta de cuero negro puesta
Bueno, el novio trató de decirme que estaba mal vestido
Digo no me digas cómo lucir, pensar o actuar
Ni siquiera te escucharé, creo que eres una lata, una lata
CORO
Fui a un elegante restaurante francés, no llevaba corbata
El maitre'd tuvo la audacia de decir: Chico, debes estar drogado
Digo: Tus bebidas se ven raras, cuestan demasiado dinero
Y hay caracoles en tu comida
No te gusta mi apariencia; no me gusta tu apariencia
CORO