Key: G
Introduction: G C G C G Em A D
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Well my old man says the Woodstock generation
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Found a way to make this nation
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Open up it's eyes and take a look around
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And he says my generation, ain't good for nothing
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I can think of somthing, so I thought I'd write it down
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So here's to hair gel, hanging out at the health spa
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Using condom sense and watching LA Law
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Here's to drum machines, stoned-washed jeans
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Credit cards and fax machines
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Big bald-headed chicks and frat guys
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Wearing forty dollar tye died T-shirts and big bold paisley ties
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Here's to living off dad as long as you can
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Blending in with the crowd
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Oh my generation, my generation, my generation should be proud
We were raised up in the hallowed halls
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