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Kids... it's hard to comprehend them Everybody knows it's true. Kids... we'll never understand them No matter what we do. Take the kids around here for instants if you will They drive around looking for people to kill Not even for the money but rather for the thrill. Oh, kids... they can be a handful, oh kids... With their pants around their hip bones Who wears their pants like that? Come here kids, let me hitch up your britches And while we're at it let's fix that head. So your school is a joke And you'll always be poor, And your pleas to the rich have been heard and ignored Is that what all you crazy kids are so upset for? Come on now, there's still fun things to do. Here for instance: We could go down to the park and Pick up all the garbage That's laying around. Or maybe we could work a bunch of skits up And perform them for the people in town. You know this life is such a joy for so many others We can't take too much more of your push come to shove us. What we need all you kids to do is buckle down and love us. Come on kids, buckle down and love us. |