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Why must every generation think their folks are square? |
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And no matter where their heads are they know Mom's aint there |
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Cause I swore when I was small that I'd remember when |
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I knew what's wrong with them that I was smaller than |
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Determined to remember all the cardinal rules |
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Like sun showers are legal grounds for cutting school |
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I know I have forgotten maybe one or two |
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And I hope that I recall them all before the baby's due |
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And I know he'll have a question or two |
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Like "Hey pop can I go ride my Zoom? |
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It goes two hundred miles per hour suspended on balloons |
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And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue |
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And imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs?" |
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And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation |
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And then I'll know that all I've learned my kid assumes |
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And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons |
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And still I'll try to tell him all the things I've done |
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Relating to what he can do when he becomes a man |
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And still he'll stick his fingers in the fan |
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And "Hey pop, my girlfriend's only 3 |
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She's got her own videophone and she's a taking LSD |
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And now that we're best friends she wants to give a bit to me |
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And what's the matter Daddy, how come you're turning green |
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Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?" |
