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 instance, 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
Kids
With their pants around their hip-bones
Who wears their pants like that?
Come here, kid
Let me hitch up your britches
And while we're at it, let's fix that hat
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? C'mon now,
There's still fun things to do here
For instance, we can 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 of us
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
C'mon kids, buckle down and love us