Younger Generation

(John Sebastian)

why must every generation think their folks are square?
and no matter where their heads are, they know mom’s aint 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 sun showers are legal grounds for skipping school
I know I have forgotten maybe one or two
but I hope that I recall them all before the baby’s due
cause I’ll know he’ll have a question or two

like hey pop, can I go ride my zoom
that 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

and then I’ll 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 video phone
and she’s taking LSD
and now that were best friends she wants to give a bit to me
but what’s the matter daddy? how come you’re turning green?
can it be that you can’t live up to your dreams?