Cut My Hair

Why should I care if I have to cut my hair?

I got to move with the fashion or be outcast

I know I should fight

But my old man is really alright

And I'm still living at home even though it won't last

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents

Five inches long

I'm out on the street again

And I'm leaping along

Dressed right

For a beach fight

But I just can't explain

Why that uncertain feeling

Is still here in my brain

The kids at school have parents

That seem so cool

And though I don't want to hurt 'em

Mine want me their way

I clean my room and my shoes

But my Momma found a box of blues

And there doesn't seem much hope

They'll let me stay

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents

Five inches long

I'm out on the street again

And I'm leaping along

Dressed right

For a beach fight

But I just can't explain

Why that uncertain feeling

Is still here in my brain

Why do I have to be different to them?

Just to earn the respect of a dancehall friend

We have the same old row again and again

Why do I have to move with a crowd of kids

That hardly notice I'm around?

I work myself to death just to fit in

I'm comin' down

Got home on the very first train from town

My dad just left for work and he wasn't talking

It's all a game

And inside I'm just the same

My fried egg makes me sick first thing in the morning

Closed after a gang of nearly a thousand youths

Entered the Grand Hotel in pursuit of two leather-clad rockers

South Coast police have warned that if the fights

Between rival gangs of mods and rockers continue

Stricter security measures will be enforced at railway stations

Both in London and on the South Coast