If I have to cut my hair?
I've got to move with the fashion
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
I'm out on the street again
I'm dressed right for a beach fight
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Have parents that seem so cool
And though I don't want to hurt them
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues
And there doesn't seem much hope
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
I'm out on the street again
I'm dressed right for a beach fight
Why that uncertain feeling is still
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 work myself to death just to fit in
Got home on the very first train from town
My dad just left for work
And inside I'm just the same
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning