Lyrics:

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
That was drowned and raised again
What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
I'm gonna live 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
But somebody in the next room yelled
'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
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, oh
What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna live today
But even I don't know
What I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do, no!
What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
Well, I'm gonna live today
What are you a-gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well I'd rather cry all day
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
(Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice)
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do
[fade out]
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