My Generation (Part II)

My genration, part two, book three, verse four,

Jackson Five, Nikki Sixx

My old man says the Woodstock generation

Found a way to make this nation

Open up its eyes and take a look around

And he says my generation

Ain't good for nothing

I could think of something

So I thought I'd jot it down

Here's to hair gel

Hanging out at the health spa

Using condom sense

Watching L.A. Law

Here's to drum machines

Stonewashed jeans

Credit cards, fax machines

Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys

Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed t-shirts

And big old paisley ties

Here's to living off dad as long as you can

And blending in with the crowd

Oh, my generation

My generation

My generation should be proud

We were raised up in the hallowed halls

Of half a million shopping malls

And there ain't any price that we're too proud to pay

We'll buy anything from Diet Sprite

To one thousand points of light

Hey, I admit we're not that bright

But I'm proud anyway

Here's to hair gel

Hanging out at the health spa

Using condom sense

Watching Arsenio Hall

Here's to drum machines

Stone-washed jeans

Credit cards, fax machines

Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys

Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed t-shirts

And big, bold paisley ties

Here's to living off dad as long as we can

And blending into the crowd

Oh, my generation

My generation

My generation

God, I hope I die before I get old

My generation

My generation

My generation

Strike a pose--there's nothing to it

My generation

My generation

Oh, my generation should be proud