Kids today - they're all the same

All call themselves - some crazy name

All those drugs - they can't be sane

All that noise - affects their brains

They say the world - is in a mess

But they can talk - the way they dress

Can't get no jobs - can't get no careers

With safety pins - stuck through their ears

And if the Russians ever come

They'll all be beating bongo drums

So who'll defend - in World War III

Where could we turn - where would they be