Why must every generation think their folks are square
 And no matter where their 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 then
 
 Determined to remember all the cardinal rules
 Like sun showers 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 knoe he´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 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 them him all the things I´ve done
 Related 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 L.S.D.
 And now that we´re 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?"