Cut My Hair — текст песни (Who, The)

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.