Alice Cooper - Teenage Lament '74

What a drag it is These gold lame jeans Is this the coolest way To get through your teens Well, I cut my hair With a rib teht it was in I looked like a rooster Than was drowned and raised again What are you gonna do I tell you waht I'm 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 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 yield You gotta turn that damn thing down! What are you gonna do I tell you waht I'm gonna do Why don't you get away Well, I'm gonna cry all day And I know trouble Is brewin' out there But I can hardly care They fight all night About his private secretary Lipstick stain, blond hair What are you gonna do I tell you what I'm gonna do Why don't you run 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 gonna do I tell you what I'm gonna do Why don't you run away Well, I'm gonna leave today What are you gonna do I tell you what I'm gonna do Why don't you get away Well, I'd rather cry all day What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do…