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[Verso 1]
Dm
Let me tell you, sonny. Let me set you straight
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You kids today ain't never had it rough
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Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
Dm
You lazy brats think nothing's good enough
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Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
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We had to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow
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Worked in the coal mine twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
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Had to sell my internal organs just to pay the rent
Chorus 1
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When I was your age. When I was your age
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When I was your age. When I was your age
[Verso 2]
Dm
Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
A#
There's something wrong with all you kids today
G
You just don't appreciate all the things you've got
Dm
We were hungry, broke and miserable and we liked it fine that way
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There were seventy-three of us living in a cardboard box
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All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
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Every night for dinner we had a big chunk of dirt
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If we were really good we didn't get desert
Chorus 2
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When I was your age. When I was your age
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When I was your age. When I was your age
Bridge 1
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Didn't have no telephone didn't have no F X machine
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All we had was a couple of cans and a crummy piece of string
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Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Dm
Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had
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Didn't have no dental floss had to use old rusty nails
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Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
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Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
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Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
Dm
What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't believe this junk?
A#
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
G
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Dm
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline
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Dad would whip us every night till a quarter after twelve
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Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whip ourselves
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Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
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And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain
Chorus 3
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When I was your age. When I was your age
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When I was your age. When I was your age
Dm G A# Dm A
When I was your age. When I was your age
Composição: Weird Al Yankovic
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