|
I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad |
|
That was the way that my parents perceived me |
|
Those were the plans that they had |
|
Though I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smart |
|
Ain't it funny how we all turned out |
|
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about |
|
You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big |
|
Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad |
|
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree |
|
Buyin' time till things were not so bad |
|
But when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock till I was numb |
|
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come |
|
We are the people they couldn't figure out |
|
We are the people our parents warned us about |
|
Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you |
|
Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue |
|
Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation |
|
When it only used to take a cent |
|
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crash pad days |
|
Before I knew what cash flow meant |
|
Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shit |
|
Don't tell me that I ought to get rolffed |
|
'Cause I love Cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf |
|
We are the people there isn't any doubt |
|
We are the people they still can't figure out |
|
We are the people who love to sing 'Twist and Shout' |
|
(Shake it up, baby now) |
|
We are the people our parents warned us about |
