Alice Cooper - Teenage Lament '74 - Текст песни

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 a-gonna do
	Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
	Why don't you get away-ay
	I'm gonna leave today-ay

	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 way 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-ay
	I'm gonna cry all day-ay

	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,oh, oh

	What are you gonna do
	Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
	Why don't you run away-ay
	I'm gonna leave 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
	I'm gonna leave 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
	What are you
	Gonna do

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	Gonna do (Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice)

	What are you gonna do [Background singer ad lib]
	Gonna do
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	What are you gonna do
	What are you
	Gonna do