You're an entitled piece of shit
You're just a pot smoking, good for nothing
Kids today, yeah, they don't want to work
I made mistakes, I'll admit
I gave you participation trophies
Maybe I'm to blame, maybe I'm not
All the books I read proclaimed
That they had cracked the secret
Of instructing me on how to raise a man
And yet a quarter century elapsed
And what have you to show for it?
You play with the piano while I work
Bah, ba-ba-dah
You were loved
Bah, ba-ba-dah
Were you too
Loved?
Loved
Loved
Loved
Optimistic son of a bitch
You're just a molly rolling, good for nothing
Kids today, yeah, they don't wanna work
You could've been an engineer
Instead I told you do whatever makes you happy
And you'll never truly work
Several lines of credit later
University gave you a paper
Then they sent you back to me
I guess retirement will have to wait
I'll die on my feet before
I live to see you get your ass to work
Bah, ba-ba-dah
You were loved
Bah, ba-ba-dah
Were you too
Loved?
Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved, loved, loved
Loved, loved, loved
Mm, mm
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