What a drag it is

These gold lame jeans

Is this the coolest way

To get through your teens

Well, I cut my hair (well, I cut my hair weird)

With a rib that it was in (I read that it was in)

I looked like a rooster

Than was drowned and raised again.

What are you gonna do

I tell you what I'm gonna do (i'll tell you what 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 (but somebody in the next room yelled)

"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"

What are you gonna do

I tell you what I'm gonna do (i'll tell you what 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 (i'll 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 (i'll 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...