Well my old man says the woodstock generation
Found a way to make this nation open up it's eyes
And take a look around. And he says my generation
Aint good for nothin'
Well i could think of a something
So i thought i would jot it down
So here's to hair jel
Hanging out at the health spa
Using condom sense
And watching L.A.law
Here's to drum machines
Stonewash jeans
Credit cards and fax machines
Big bald headed chicks with frat guys
Wearing 40 dollar tye dye t-shirts
And big bold paisley ties
Here's to living off dad as long as you can
And blending in with a crowd
Oh my generation must be proud

We we;re raised in the hallowed halls
Half a million shopping malls
And their aint any price we're too proud to pay
We'll buy anything from diet Sprite
To a 1000 points of light
We'll i admit we aint that bright
But i'm proud anyway :dance: :dance: :dance:

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