I feel sorry for the young ones now
Spending all of their time in the house
Sitting playing on their X-Boxes all day
Will these memories sustain them when they're old and grey
Whatever happened to be young, be foolish, be happy
I know I'm old and probably sappy
But I remember the pure rush of youth
Though some of it was awful, to tell you the truth
At least I went out and discovered
Instead of sitting at home with my mother
Playing computer games on a 50" screen
I went out and saw what there was to be seen
Saw girls, took drugs, went out and got drunk
Went to loud gigs, yes I was a punk
It wasn't always healthy, it wasn't always safe
But when I look back, I've got a smile on my face
What will kids now see when they look back
Just computer games and too many snacks