"Teenage Lament '74" lyrics

What a drag it is
In 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 look like a rooster
That was drowned and raised again

What are you 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
Somebody in the next room yelled
"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"

What are you 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 brewing out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night about his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blonde hair

What are you gonna do?
I'll 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
No

What are you gonna do?
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you run away?
I'm gonna leave today

What are you gonna do?
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you get away?
I'd rather to cry all day