[ intro-solo acoustic guitar] I Was raised in the time of Andy and Ope Not in the years of Kids using Dope Kids worked then and did their Chhh-ores We didn’t lay on the couch Just Eating smores We dusted our rooms Then we made our beds And we were thankful for roofs Over our heads We raked our leaves Then mowed the grass If we smarted off Mom busted our….well I Was raised in the time of Andy and Ope Not in the years of Kids using Dope Kids washed and dried dishes Then put them away…. It wasn’t just hours of game-station That we wanted to play…. WE folded laundry Then polished our shoes… It wasn’t going out to dinner, And WE got to choose…. [bridge] Now Mom & dad are never home… Our Lives wrapped and ruled By mobile cell phones…. Kids use energy drinks Often Sold in jugs… They smoke a little weed, Then start using hard drugs…. Yes it’s the land of the free…. It can happen to others But surely not to me…. I Was raised in the time of Andy and Ope Not in the years of Kids using hard Dope So teach them gamer boy Not how to work…. Stand back and wonder Why they’re little jerks…. Say I want mine to have It better’n I did you See…. Then call the undertaker When they sadly O D. It should be like days Of Andy & Op Not like now with kids On dope !!!! [outro-slow mournful violin]
