"Teenage Lament '74 (Live)" 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
With a rib that it was in
I looked like a rooster
Than was drowned and raised again

What are you gonna do?
Tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna get away
I'm gonna leave today

Well, 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 yield
"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"

What are you gonna do?
Tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna get away
I'm gonna leave today

And I know trouble is brewing out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night about his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blond hair

What are you gonna do?
Tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna get away
I'm gonna leave today

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?
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you get away?
I'm gonna leave today

What are you gonna do?
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Why don't you get away?
I'm gonna leave today

What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do...
Oh, I don't know
I might know
Why don't you come home?

I'm gonna do
Ah, I don't know
I might send myself to Cabo