Grandpa's Rant

What can you say About kids these days 'Cept they ain't got no respect Walking around Like a bunch of clowns Hey punks pull up your pants I don't really care To see your underwear Or any skid marks running up the back Put on a belt And if nothing else It'll hold in all that lazy fat And what you call music I'm going to lose it If I hear any more of that crap Back in the day We had people who sang That didn't sound like a half strangled cat And the way you cover your skin With ink from the pen In what you think are cool tattoos I wonder what they'll look like Later in life When all that skin is hanging loose All those piercings you've got hanging Some even dingle dangling Pretty much match the hole in your head If you took them out kiddie I bet the wind through you would whistle Dixie That's pretty much it "Nuff Said" Thanks Grandpa!