THE WHO Ive Had Enough, QUADROPHENIA

You were under the impression That when you were walking forward You d end up further onward But things ain t quite that simple. You got altered information You were told to not take chances You missed out on new dances Now you re losing all your dimples. My jacket s gonna be cut and slim and checked, Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck. I ride a G. S. scooter with my hair cut neat, Wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet. Love Reign O er Me. Love Reign O er Me. Love. I ve had enough of liv