You kids are sad about the future
And so you sang a song
Blaming us, your own parents
For all you say's gone wrong.
Well we're sorry you're such losers
We tried to make you strong.
Never let you freeze to death (or miss a meal)
And made you feel like you belong.
Beggars can't be choosers,
Looks like politicans hit the bong
But we did our best, you ungrateful wretch
So don't go blame us in a song.
Chorus: We are the parents of the present/we did the best we knew/but all our hard effort, you just resent/so no more election-time TV for you!
(Original was still playable here at last check. They've taken it private on YouTube. Didn't work as planned, ey?)
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
8 months ago