What can you say
About kids these days
'Cept they ain't got no respect
Walking around
Like a bunch of clowns
Hey punks pull up your pants
I don't really care
To see your underwear
Or any skid marks running up the back
Put on a belt
And if nothing else
It'll hold in all that lazy fat
And what you call music
I'm going to lose it
If I hear any more of that crap
Back in the day
We had people who sang
That didn't sound like a half strangled cat
And the way you cover your skin
With ink from the pen
In what you think are cool tattoos
I wonder what they'll look like
Later in life
When all that skin is hanging loose
All those piercings you've got hanging
Some even ****** dangling
Pretty much match the hole in your head
If you took them out kiddie
I bet the wind through you would whistle Dixie
That's pretty much it "Nuff Said"
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
What can you say
About kids these days
'Cept they ain't got no respect
Walking around
Like a bunch of clowns
Hey punks pull up your pants
I don't really care
To see your underwear
Or any skid marks running up the back
Put on a belt
And if nothing else
It'll hold in all that lazy fat
And what you call music
I'm going to lose it
If I hear any more of that crap
Back in the day
We had people who sang
That didn't sound like a half strangled cat
And the way you cover your skin
With ink from the pen
In what you think are cool tattoos
I wonder what they'll look like
Later in life
When all that skin is hanging loose
All those piercings you've got hanging
Some even ****** dangling
Pretty much match the hole in your head
If you took them out kiddie
I bet the wind through you would whistle Dixie
That's pretty much it "Nuff Said"
Thanks Grandpa!
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