Why must every generation think their folks are square And no matter where their heads are they know mom 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 by 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 are best friends she wants to give a bit to me But what is the matter Daddy, how come you are turning green? Can it be that you can not live up to your dream?