Why must every generation think their folks are square
And no matter where their heads are, they know MomÒ‘s ainÒ‘t there
'Cause I swore when I was small that IÒ‘d remember when
I knew whatÒ‘s wrong with them, that I was smaller then
Determined to remember all the card'nal 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 babyÒ‘s due
And I know heÒ‘ll 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 IÒ‘ll know that all IÒ‘ve learned my kid assumes
And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons
And still IÒ‘ll try to them him all the things IÒ‘ve done
Relating to what he can do when he becomes a man
And still heÒ‘ll stick his fingers in the fan
And "Hey, Pop, my girlfriendÒ‘s only three
SheÒ‘s got her own videophone and sheÒ‘s taking L.S.D.
And now that weÒ‘re best friends, she wants to give a bit to me
But whatÒ‘s the matter Daddy, how come youÒ‘re turning green?
Can it be that you canÒ‘t live up to your dreams?"