| I was standing on the corner, I was smoking on the sly
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| When along comes a grownup from the grown-up FBI
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| He said — this ain’t Marlboro country, hon
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| Where’s you get your cigarettes? |
| You know you are too young
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| Then up stepped three more governmental nuts
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| Who’d been laying in the gutter disguised as cigarette butts
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| If you think I’m hating grown-ups, you’ve got me all wrong
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| They’re very nice people when they stay where they belong
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| But I’m the younger generation
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| And your rules are giving me fixations
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| I’ve got those younger generation, regurgitatin' blues
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| Called for the sergeant. |
| He rolled up in a hearse
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| And he called me a lousy no-good juvenile pervert
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| He gave me a lecture on cancer of the lung
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| Said — anyone who smokes is a low down dirty bum
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| «Don't let me catch you smoking around here again», he said
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| And he took another drag of his own cigarette
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| If you think I’m hating grown-ups, you’ve got me all wrong
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| They’re very nice people when they stay where they belong
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| But I’m the younger generation
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| And your rules are giving me fixations
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| I’ve got those younger generation, regurgitatin' blues
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| Going down the corner, I was going against the light
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| Which had just turned green, when up comes this guy
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| Says — don’t you know that’s a federal offense?
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| Seems like kids your age just ain’t got no sense
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| Don’t you know you’re risking juvenile arrest?
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| Committing suicide is punishable by death
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| If you think I’m hating grown-ups, you’ve got me all wrong
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| They’re very nice people when they stay where they belong
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| But I’m the younger generation
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| And your rules are giving me fixations
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| I’ve got those younger generation, regurgitatin' blues
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| Sitting on a city park bench, Reader’s Digest in my hand
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| When down next to me sits this liberal looking man
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| Who says — you’re a cute chick, I believe in being free
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| I swung at him with my pocket book — don’t you natural around me!
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| He took out a badge, put some handcuffs on my hands
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| «Now you’re carrying a weapon, self defense be damned»
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| If you think I’m hating grown-ups, you’ve got me all wrong
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| They’re very nice people when they stay where they belong
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| But I’m the younger generation
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| And your rules are giving me fixations
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| I’ve got those younger generation, regurgitatin' blues |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Younger Generation Blues , by - Janis Ian. Song from the album Society's Child: The Verve Recordings, in the genre Поп