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Not happy I've reached my golden years
But one thing I am happy about
No snotty nose little brats runnin' round
Don't get what they want, they pout

Life's so tough you poor little buggers
You'll find out one of these days
It's not always about what you guys want
It's for YOUR little brats you must pay

Money for this thing, money for that
Can I borrow the car tonight
Long as you bring it back without any dents
Or else it's back to your bike

Oh and no beer stains on the back seat either
Very important client to meet
Wouldn't want him smelling like a brewery
Wining and dining him this week

Well we all go through this sooner or later
The lucky ones, their kids they did sell
The old folks with big smiles on their faces
Or else they just peed themselves

But what would we do without these guys
They add so much joy to our lives
With all the ups and down of parenthood
They add joy to our bumpy drive

© Jack Ellison 2013

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