| I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
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| That was the way that my parents perceived me
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| Those were the plans that they had
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| Though I couldn’t fit the part too dumb or too smart
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| Ain’t it funny how we all turned out
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| I guess we are the people our parents warned us about
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| You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big
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| Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
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| And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
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| Buyin' time till things were not so bad
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| But when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock til I was numb
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| Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come.
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| We are the people they couldn’t figure out
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| We are the people our parents warned us about
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| Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you
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| Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue
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| Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation
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| When it only used to take a cent
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| Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days before I knew what cash flow
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| meant
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| Seems everybody’s joggin' or heavy into health shit
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| Don’t tell me that I ought to get rolffed
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| 'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf
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| We are the people there isn’t any doubt
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| We are the people they still can’t figure out
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| We are the people who love to sing «Twist and Shout»
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| (Shake it up, Baby now)
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| We are the people our parents warned us about. |