Teenage Lament Lyrics - Undercover - Big Country

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 who 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, I'm gonna leave today 

I ran into my room, and I fell down on my knees 

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 said 

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, I'm gonna cry all day 

I know trouble is brewing out there 

But I can hardly care 

They fight all night about his private secretary 

Lipstick stain, blonde hair 

What are you gonna do, tell you what I'm a-gonna do 

Why don't you get 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 a-gonna do, tell you what I'm a-gonna do 

Why don't you get 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, I'm gonna cry all day 

(Repeat) 

What are you gonna do 

(Gonna do, gonna do, gonna do) 

Tell you what I'm a-gonna do 

(Gonna do, gonna do, gonna do) 

(Repeat...)