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 do you have you to show for it
You play with the piano while I work

Ooh
You are loved
Ooh
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

Ooh
You are loved
Ooh
Were you too

Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved

Loved
Loved
Loved
Loved

La-la-la-la-la-loved
La-la-la-la-la-loved