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    You know parents are the same

    No matter time nor place

    They don't understand that us kids

    Are going to make some mistakes

    So to you, all the kids all across the land

    There's no need to argue

    Parents just don't understand

    I remember one year

    My mom took me school shopping

    It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister

    All hopped in the car

    We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall

    My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose

    I didn't say nothing at first

    I just turned up my nose

    She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"

    I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"

    The next half hour was the same old thing

    My mother buying me clothes from 1963

    And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate

    I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips!

    I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"

    She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"

    I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"

    She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"

    I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer

    Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers

    But if you don't want to I can live with that but

    You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"

    She wasn't moved - everything stayed the same

    Inevitably the first day of school came

    I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick

    But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it"

    There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax

    I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts

    And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought

    The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought

    And those who weren't laughing still had a ball

    Because they were pointing and whispering

    As I walked down the hall

    I got home and told my Mom how my day went

    She said, "If they were laughing you don't need the,

    "Cause they're not good friends"

    For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom

    That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times

    So to you all the kids all across the land

    There's no need to argue

    Parents just don't understand

    Oh-kay, here's the situation

    My parents went away on a week's vacation and

    They left the keys to the brand new Porsche

    Would they mind?

    Umm, well, of course not

    I'll just take it for a little spin

    And maybe show it off to a couple of friends

    I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood

    Well, maybe I shouldn't

    Yeah, of course I should

    Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot

    I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block

    That's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking

    I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking

    You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions

    I honked my horn just to get her attention

    She said, "Was that for me?"

    I said, "Yeah"

    She said, "Why?"

    I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"

    She said, "How do I know you're not sick?

    You could be some deranged lunatic"

    I said, "C'mon toots - my name is the Prince =

    Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?"

    She agreed and we were on our way

    She was looking very good and so was I, I must say - word

    We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive

    We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes

    She kicked her shoes off onto the floor

    She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"

    She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas

    We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast

    The sun roof was open, the music was high

    And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh

    She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far

    I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car

    We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche

    And to make this long story short - short

    When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell

    I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"

    I almost had a heart attack that day

    Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway

    I was arrested, the car was impounded

    There was no way for me to avoid being grounded

    My parents had to come off from vacation to get me

    I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me

    My parents walked in

    I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"

    They didn't speak

    I said, "I want to plead my case"

    But my father just shoved me in the car by my face

    That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived

    They took turns -

    One would beat me while the other one was driving

    I can't believe it, I just made a mistake

    Well parents are the same no matter time nor place

    So to you all the kids all across the land

    Take it from me

    Parents just don't understand

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