Wow, these kids are so lazy

On their electronics all day

These children don't know of the hardships

We used to have to face

Can you believe the nerve,

Of the girl driving that porche

Gosh she would not see

The stick-shift I drove at eighteen

Wow, these elders are rude

Can't they see I'm composing a tune

On my stupid electronic, that has formulas

And maps to the moon

Mustn't be late for band, 

Or track in the afternoon

This is why we need these cars

That will get us to Mulan then Prague too. 

Wow, can we not comprehend

The struggles of women and men

For we are all at war

Need money, no time to spend

Let us come together

And celebreate our success

Babyboomers and millenials

This is what is meant, amends