I was sittin' on the corner I was smokin' on the sly
Along came a grownup from the corner FBI
Said, this ain't call girl country hon
Where'd you cop those cigarettes
You know you're too young
You're makin' love at seventeen
You know our government is too much to believe
Pickin' up discarded cigarette butts
Doggone sergeant, he rolled up in a hearse
And he called me a lousy, no good, juvenile pervert
He gave me a lecture on cancer of the lung
Said, anyone who smokes is a low-down dirty bum
Don't let me catch you smokin' around again, he said
And then he took another drag of his cigarette
Thinking hating grownups gotta be all wrong
Very nice people when they stay where they belong
But we're the younger generation
We really move with a quick sensation
I've got this younger generation
Regurgitation blues
I was walk' down the corner I was going against the light
It had just turned green and up pops a guy
Said, don't you know that's a federal offense
Seems like kids your age just ain't got no sense
And don't you know
You're just a juvenile delinquent
Committing suicide, it's pushing us to our death
Thinking hating grownups gotta be all wrong
Very nice people when they stay where they belong
But we're the younger generation
We really move with a quick sensation
I've got this younger generation
Regurgitation blues
But you're not that kind of girl
Not until you try it
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