[Verse 1]
Samuel and Rosella, both were eighty-two years old
Sharing an umbrella, slowly down the street they strolled
And all around the world was changing in a manner of ways ranging
From dialect to fashion, the state of affairs, absolutely clashin' with the world that was theirs
"I don't understand these kids today," said Rose
"Yeah," responded Sam, "take a look at this boy's clothes."
The young man exiting Hot Topic made them feel so misanthropic
Samuel and Rosella didn't like the way he dressed, they closed their umbrella, and they rammed it through his chest

[Chorus 1]
Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation
With such determination
Samuel and Rosella, they are disgusted knowing
How wrong this world is going
A fact they don't mind showing
In fact right now they're blowing up the local mall
And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

[Verse 2]
Now after being in love for sixty years
They were both agreeing that the end was drawing near
So, why not cause a little trouble?
Who'd suspect a sweet old couple?
Rose was always saying "That kid's gotta go."
Samuel was obeying, never saying no
Sam was a disaster, when she smiled his heart still flipped
Who'd imagine after sixty years he'd still be whipped?
But nonetheless she loved him dearly
They'd hold hands while cavalierly
Burning baggy jeans in the middle of a shop
Or killing silly teens for listening to the hippity-hop
[Chorus 2]
Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation
And the music video station
Samuel and Rosella, they are disgusted knowing
How wrong this world is going
A fact they don't mind showing
In fact right now they're blowing up the local mall
And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol

[Bridge]
These kids today, with their sleepy expressions
And their Satanic tattoos
And their running around in the arcade parlors
And their shiny gold "blam blam" or whatever they call it
And their dangerous skateboards
And their Chef Boyardees
And their dang-fangled computer machines teaching them how to make bombs
And their iFrogs or whatever they call it
And their automobiles with the wheels that look like they're still spinning when they stop
And their trenchcoats
And their colorful tee-shirts with the Marxist propaganda on them
And their thong sandals
And their Britney Spears's husbands
And their powdered wigs
And their peg legs with the decals on 'em
And their low-carb diets
And their Rockin' the Vote
And their collectible bottle caps
And their tiny little cameras inside the tiny little portable telephones
And their "For Shizzle McFizzley Ding Dong Dizzle" Snoopy Dog language
And their general disrespect towards their elders
Well they can burn in hell, I say, every last one of them!
[Chorus]
Samuel and Rosella, they hate your generation
With such determination
Samuel and Rosella, they are disgusted knowing
How wrong this world is going
A fact they don't mind showing
In fact right now they're blowing up the local mall
And off they hobble, drunk on Geritol (Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol)
Off they hobble, drunk on Geritol