What a drag it is

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 looked like a rooster

That was drowned and raised again

What are you gonna do

Tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you get away-ay

I'm gonna live today-ay

I ran into my room

And I fell down on my knees

I thought that fifteen

Was gonna be a breeze

I picked up my guitar

To blast away the clouds

But somebody in the next room yelled

"You gotta turn that damn thing down"

What are you gonna do

Tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you get away-ay

I'm gonna cry all day-ay

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, oh,oh, oh

What are you gonna do

Tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you run away-ay

I'm gonna live today

But even

I don't know

What I'm gonna do

Don't know what I'm gonna do

No!

What are you a-gonna do

Tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you run away

I'm gonna live today

What are you a-gonna do

I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you get away

Well, I'd rather cry all day

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