Money

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?"