| Wouldn’t you say?
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| There is something wrong with kids today
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| They leave on their hats
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| While they’re digging that be-bop jazz
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| They pout their lips and shrug
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| All they want to do is jitterbug
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| Isn’t it so?
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| We’re juvenile delinquent wrecks, I know
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| With our Heavy Metal comic books
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| And our rock’n’roll
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| We wear red leatherette
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| We’ll be burning churches next
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| But I don’t want to date the hat check girl
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| And I don’t need to raze the suburbs
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| But, how am I going to get the girl
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| If I don’t bitch and fuss?
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| And rage against
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| Rage against, rage against, rage against
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| Something, anything
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| What is this noise?
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| And how are we to tell the girls from boys?
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| With their safety pins and nihilism
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| And body art
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| To rise above what?
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| They’re doing the Double Lindy Hop
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| Oh and I know, I know
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| The Modern World is not so bad, oh I know
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| We’ve got amplified guitars
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| For playing those whorehouse chords
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| Come down to the 54
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| And find your spot out on the floor
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| Dig it
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| But I don’t want to date the hat check girl
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| And I don’t need to raze the suburbs
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| But, how am I going to get ahead
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| If I don’t bitch and fuss?
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| And rage against
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| Rage against, rage against, rage against
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| Something, anything
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| How can you say?
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| There is nothing wrong with kids today
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| We got post ironic ennui
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| Queens Of The Stone Age
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| I love your Vivienne Westwood shirt
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| Why won’t you let me wear it? |