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