You might not believe this,
when the old man was young,
there was no interstate highway.
No television,
no MacDonald’s,
no computers.
No rock & roll.
There was only one flavor of Wheaties
and the Dodgers played in Brooklyn.
Nobody ate yogurt.
Mothers stayed home.
Kids played outdoors.
Shit was simple.
But then you turn ten,
double-digits,
the big One-Oh.
And living becomes Life
turns complicated.
Don’t want to do your homework,
hard to be nice to girls,
you just want to be left alone.
You don’t know why.