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Lola Indigo - MISIÓN 005 (English Translation)

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“Weird Al” Yankovic - Rock, Parody

Lola Indigo - MISIÓN 005 (English Translation)

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April 14, 1992.

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[Verse 1] Let me tell you sonny, let me set you straight You kids today ain't never had it rough Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate You lazy brats think nothing's good enough Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was 90 degrees below We had to walk butt naked through 40 miles of snow Worked in the coal mine 22 hours a day for just half a cent Had to sell my internal organs just to pay the rent [Chorus] When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age [Verse 2] Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot There's something wrong with all you kids today You just don't appreciate all the things you got We were hungry, broke and miserable, and we liked it fine that way Well, there were 73 of us living in a cardboard box All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks Every night for dinner, we had a big ol' chunk of dirt If we were really good, we didn't get dessert [Chorus] When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age [Bridge] Didn't have no telephone, didn't have no fax machine All we had was a couple of cans and a crummy piece of string Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had Didn't have no dental floss, had to use old rusty nails Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass [guitar solo] [Verse 3] What's the matter now sonny, you say you don't believe this junk? You think my story's wearin' kinda thin? I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline Dad would whoop us every night 'til a quarter after 12 Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourselves Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain And let me tell ya Junior, you never heard me complain [Chorus] When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age When I was your age

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