| You’re an entitled piece of shit
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| You’re just a pot smoking good for nothing
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| Kids today, yeah, they don’t want to work
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| I made mistakes, I’ll admit
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| I gave you participation trophies
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| Maybe I’m to blame, maybe I’m not
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| All the books I read proclaimed
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| That they had cracked the secret
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| Of instructing me on how to raise a man
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| And yet a quarter century elapsed
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| And what do you have you to show for it
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| You play with the piano while I work
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| Ooooh
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| You are loved
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| Ooooh
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| Were you too
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Optimistic son of a bitch
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| You’re just a molly rolling good for nothing
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| Kids today, yeah, they don’t wanna work
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| You could’ve been an engineer
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| Instead I told you do whatever makes you happy
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| And you’ll never truly work
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| Several lines of credit later
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| University gave you a paper
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| Then they sent you back to me
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| I guess retirement will have to wait
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| I’ll die on my feet before
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| I live to see you get your ass to work
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| Ooooh
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| You are loved
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| Ooooh
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| Were you too
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| Loved
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| La-la-la-la-la-loved
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| La-la-la-la-la-loved |