Younger Generation

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 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 know he'll have a question or two Like "Hey pop can I go ride my Zoom? It goes two hundred miles per 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 3 She's got her own videophone and she's a taking LSD And now that we're best friends she wants to give a bit to me And what's the matter Daddy, how come you're turning green Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?"