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Phish.netCut My Hair
Cut My Hair has not been seen in 1041 Phish shows.
It was last played: 1995-10-31.
It was played at 0.05% of live shows.
It has been performed live 1 time(s).
Music/Lyrics: Pete Townshend
Original Artist: The Who
Original Album: Quadrophenia (1973)
Vocals: Page
Debut: 1995-10-31
Historian: Craig DeLucia
This song about the pains of “fitting in” was played during Phish’s performance of The Who’s Quadrophenia.
Albums: Live Phish 14
Lyrics:
(Townshend)
© Fabulous Music, Ltd.
Why should I care
If I got to cut my hair?
I got to move with the fashion
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 beachfight,
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, etc.
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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Why should I care
If I got to cut my hair?
I got to move with the fashion
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 beachfight,
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, etc.
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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