Why must every generation think their folks are square
And no matter where their heads are they know mom쨈s ain쨈t there
Cause I swore when I was small that I쨈d remember when
I knew what쨈s wrong with them that I was smaller then
Determined to remember all the cardinal rules
Like sun showers are legal grounds for cutting school
I know I have forgotten maybe one or two
And I hope that I recall them all before the baby쨈s due
And I knoe he쨈ll 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 I쨈ll know that all I쨈ve learned my kid assumes
And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons
And still I쨈ll try to them him all the things I쨈ve done
Related to what he can do when he becomes a man
And still he쨈ll stick his fingers in the fan
And "Hey, Pop, my girlfriend쨈s only three
She쨈s got her own videophone and she쨈s taking L.S.D.
And now that we쨈re best friends she wants to give a bit to me
But what쨈s the matter Daddy, how come you쨈re turning green?
Can it be that you can쨈t live up to your dreams?"