Текст песни The Who - Cut My Hair
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Why should I careIf I have to cut my hair?I`ve got to move with the fashionsOr be outcast.I know I should fightBut my old man he`s really alright,And I`m still living at homeEven though it won`t last. Zoot suit, white jacket with side ventsFive inches long.I`m out on the street againAnd I`m leaping along.I`m dressed right for a beach fight,But I just can`t explainWhy that uncertain feeling is stillHere in my brain. The kids at schoolHave parents that seem so cool.And though I don`t want to hurt themMine want me their way.I clean my room and my shoesBut my mother found a box of blues,And there doesn`t seem much hopeThey`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 crowdOf kids that hardly notice I`m around,I have to work myself to death just to fit in. I`m coming downGot home on the very first train from town.My dad just left for workHe wasn`t talking.It`s all a game,`Cos inside I`m just the same,My fried egg makes me sickFirst thing in the morning