Letra de Cut my hair de The Who
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Letra de CUT MY HAIR de THE WHO.
( The Who )
Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
I´ve got to move with the fashions
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
But my old man he´s 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.
I´m 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 them
Mine want me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother 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.
I´m 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 dance hall 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 have to work myself to death just to fit in.
I´m coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
He wasn´t talking.
It´s all a game,
´Cos inside I´m just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.
If I have to cut my hair?
I´ve got to move with the fashions
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
But my old man he´s 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.
I´m 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 them
Mine want me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother 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.
I´m 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 dance hall 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 have to work myself to death just to fit in.
I´m coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
He wasn´t talking.
It´s all a game,
´Cos inside I´m just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.
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