| Song | Money |
| Artist | The Lovin' Spoonful |
| Album | Anthology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Why must every generation think their folks are square | |
| And no matter where their heads are, they know Momґs ainґt there | |
| 'Cause I swore when I was small that Iґd remember when | |
| I knew whatґs 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 babyґs due | |
| And I know heґll 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 Iґll know that all Iґve learned my kid assumes | |
| And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons | |
| And still Iґll try to them him all the things Iґve done | |
| Relating to what he can do when he becomes a man | |
| And still heґll stick his fingers in the fan | |
| And "Hey, Pop, my girlfriendґs only three | |
| Sheґs got her own videophone and sheґs taking L.S.D. | |
| And now that weґre best friends, she wants to give a bit to me | |
| But whatґs the matter Daddy, how come youґre turning green? | |
| Can it be that you canґt live up to your dreams?" |
| 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 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 baby s due | |
| And I know 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 | |
| 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 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?" |
| 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 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 baby s due | |
| And I know 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 | |
| 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 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?" |