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  • 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.
  • 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.