What a drag it is
These gold lame jeans
Is this the coolest way

To get through your teens
Well, I cut my hair
With a rib teht it was in

I looked like a rooster
Than was drowned and raised again


What are you gonna do
I tell you waht I'm 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 yield

"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"

What are you gonna do

I tell you waht I'm gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, 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, blond hair
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm 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

What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you run away

Well, I'm gonna leave today
What are you gonna do
I tell you what I'm gonna do

Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day


What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do...