Younger Generation - John Sebastian

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?