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Why must every generation think their folks are square
And no matter where their heads are, they know Momґs ainґt there
Cause I swore when I was small that Iґd remember when
I knew whatґs wrong with them, that I was smaller then
Determined to remember all the cardnal 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 babyґs due
And I know heґll 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 Iґll know that all Iґve learned my kid assumes
And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons
And still Iґll try to them him all the things Iґve done
Relating to what he can do when he becomes a man
And still heґll stick his fingers in the fan
And 'Hey, Pop, my girlfriendґs only three
Sheґs got her own videophone and sheґs taking L.S.D.
And now that weґre best friends, she wants to give a bit to me
But whatґs the matter Daddy, how come youґre turning green?
Can it be that you canґt live up to your dreams?'