What a drag it is In 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 look like a rooster That was drowned and raised again What are you going to do? I'll tell you what I'm going to do Why don't you get away? I'm going to leave today I ran into my room And I fell down on my knees Well I thought that fifteen Was going to be a breeze I picked up my guitar To blast away the clouds Somebody in the next room yelled You got to turn that damn thing down What are you going to do? I'll tell you what I'm going to do Why don't you get away? Well I'm going to 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 going to do? I'll tell you what I'm going to do Why don't you run away? I'm going to leave today But even I don't know what I'm going to do Don't know what I'm going to do No What are you going to do? I'll tell you what I'm going to do Why don't you run away? I'm going to leave today What are you going to do? I'll tell you what I'm going to do Why don't you get away? I'd rather to cry all day