Teenage Lament '74 lyrics

What a drag it is, these gold lame jeans
Is this the coolest way to get through your teens
Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in
I looked like a rooster
Than was drowned and raised again
What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna leave today
I ran into my room, and I fell down on my knees
Well, I thought that fifteen, was gonna be a breeze
I picked up my guitar, to blast away the clouds
But somebody in the next room yelled
"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"
What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna cry all day
And I know trouble is brewin' out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night about his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blonde hair oh, oh, oh
What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna leave today
But even I don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do
No!
What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna leave today
What are you a-gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do
What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do
(fade)
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