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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.

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