the who cut my hair şarkı sözleri
Why should I careIf I have to cut my hair?I've got to move with the fashionsOr be outcast.I know I should fightBut my old man he's really alright,And I'm still living at homeEven though it won't last.Zoot suit, white jacket with side ventsFive inches long.I'm out on the street againAnd I'm leaping along.I'm dressed right for a beach fight,But I just can't explainWhy that uncertain feeling is stillHere in my brain.The kids at schoolHave parents that seem so cool.And though I don't want to hurt themMine want me their way.I clean my room and my shoesBut my mother found a box of blues,And there doesn't seem much hopeThey'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 crowdOf kids that hardly notice I'm around,I have to work myself to death just to fit in.I'm coming downGot home on the very first train from town.My dad just left for workHe wasn't talking.It's all a game,'Cos inside I'm just the same,My fried egg makes me sickFirst thing in the morning.
