Loved

You're an entitled piece of shit
 You're just a pot smoking, good for nothing
 Kids today, yeah, they don't want to work
 I made mistakes, I'll admit
 I gave you participation trophies
 Maybe I'm to blame, maybe I'm not
 All the books I read proclaimed
 That they had cracked the secret
 Of instructing me on how to raise a man
 And yet a quarter century elapsed
 And what have you to show for it?
 You play with the piano while I work
 Bah, ba-ba-dah
 You were loved
 Bah, ba-ba-dah
 Were you too
 Loved?
 Loved
 Loved
 Loved
 Optimistic son of a bitch
 You're just a molly rolling, good for nothing
 Kids today, yeah, they don't wanna work
 You could've been an engineer
 Instead I told you do whatever makes you happy
 And you'll never truly work
 Several lines of credit later
 University gave you a paper
 Then they sent you back to me
 I guess retirement will have to wait
 I'll die on my feet before
 I live to see you get your ass to work
 Bah, ba-ba-dah
 You were loved
 Bah, ba-ba-dah
 Were you too
 Loved?
 Loved
 Loved
 Loved
 Loved
 Loved
 Loved
 Loved
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 Loved
 Loved, loved, loved
 Loved, loved, loved
 Mm, mm