What a drag it is, in these gold Lemay jeans,
Is this the coolest way to get through you’re teens?
Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in,
I look 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?
I’m gonna leave today-ay.

I ran into my room and I feel 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 yell, “you gotta turn that damned thing down.”

What are you a gonna do?
Tell you what I’m a gonna do,
Why don’t you get away?
I’m gonna cry all day-ay.

And all the trouble’s brewing out there
But I could hardly care,
They fight all night about his private secretary,
Lipstick stained, blonde hair (do wop, do wop, do wop, do wop)
Whoa-ho-oh oh oh.

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-ay.

But even I don’t know what I gonna do,
Don’t know what I’m gonna do, whoa.

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-ay.

What are you a gonna do?
Tell you what I’m a gonna do,
Why don’t you get away?
I’d rather cry all day.

What are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do? (repeat with ad lib)
(Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice, baby, baby, baby baby…)