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