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The best laid plans of boys and girls Come crashing down without a wrench You push and pull your way to heaven On that same old downtown bench The TV makes you cry In spite of the IQ You may be one in a million But there's still six thousand just like you So come inside and rest your head And think of something else instead As the seasons, they go round and round And the painted ponies, they won't stay down for you But luckily we're all easily amused Your sweet sixteen sits on the couch Wrapped up in six-year older skin You've both stopped working out You've both put on the extra chin When you were younger you'd Sneak over and make out Now you just buy ticket stubs and drinks And maybe some takeout And somehow you've become your dad You've got all the things he had As the seasons, they go round and round And the painted ponies, they won't stay down for you But luckily we're all easily amused |