Lyric Cut My Hair

Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
I ve got to move with the fashions
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.

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
I m out on the street again
And I m leaping along.
I m dressed right for a beach fight,
But I just can t explain
Why that uncertain 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.

Zoot suit, etc.

Why do I have to be different to 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 have to 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,
Cos inside I m just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.