text: Why should I care
  If I have to cut my hair?
  Ive got to move with the fashions
  Or be outcast
  I know I should fight
  But my old man, hes really alright
  And Im still living at home
  Even though it wont last
  Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
  Five inches long
  Im out on the street again
  And Im leaping along
  Im dressed right for a beach fight
  But I just cant explain
  Why that uncertain feeling
  Is still here in my brain
  The kids at school
  Have parents that seem so cool
  And though I dont want to hurt em
  Mine want me their way
  I clean my room and my shoes
  But my mother found a box of blues
  And there doesnt seem much hope
  Theyll let me stay
  Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
  Five inches long
  Im out on the street again
  And Im leaping along
  Im dressed right for a beach fight
  But I just cant 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
  But we have the same old row again and again
  Why do I have to move with the crowd?
  Of kids that hardly notice Im around
  I worked myself to death just to fit in
  Im coming down
  Got home on the very first train from town
  My dad just left for work
  He wasnt talking
  Its all a game and inside Im just the same
  My fried egg makes me sick
  First thing in the morning