Why must every generation think they're folks are square?
And no matter where they're 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 than

Determined to remember all the cardinal rules
Like, sunshowers 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 baby's due
And I'll know he'll have a question or two

Like, hey pop. Can I go ride my zoom?
It goes twohundred miles an hour, suspended on baloons
And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tounge?
And imagine puffing dragons, while you sit and wreck your'e lungs
And I must me permissive, understanding of the younger generation

And then I know that all I've learned, my kid assumes
And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons
And still I'll try to tell 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 lsd
And now that were best friends, she wants to give a bit to me
But whats the matter daddy? How come your'e turning green?
Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?