Cut My Hair

Why should I care
If I got to cut my hair?
I got to move with the fashion
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
But my old man hes really alright ,
And Im still living at home
(Even though it wont last.)
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
Im out on the street again
And Im leaping along.
Dressed right for a beachfight,
But I just cant explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.
The kids at school
Thier folks that seem so cool.
And though I dont 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 doesnt seem much hope
Theyll let me stay.
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
Im out on the street again
And Im leaping along .
Dressed right for a beachfight,
But I just cant explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.
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 Im around,
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
Im coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
He wasnt talking.
Its all a game,
Cos inside Im just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.