What a drag it is these gold lame' jeans

Is this the coolest way to get though your teens

Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in

I looked like a rooster who was drowned and raised again



What are you a-gonna do, tell you what I'm a-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

I thought that fifteen was gonna be a breeze

I picked up my guitar to blast way the clouds

But somebody in the next room said

You gotta turn that damn thing down



What are you gonna do, tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you get away, I'm gonna cry all day



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, tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you get 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 a-gonna do, tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you get away, I'm gonna leave today

What are you a-gonna do, I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do

Why don't you get away, I'm gonna cry all day



(Repeat)



What are you gonna do

(Gonna do, gonna do, gonna do)

Tell you what I'm a-gonna do

(Gonna do, gonna do, gonna do)



(Repeat....)