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