Son of a Baby Boomer

I was the son of a baby boomer

Hippie born and beatnik bred.

And my parents told me to be rebellious

So I did exactly what they said

Now these punks have all grown old

Their rebellion slowly running dry

So in my disdainful adolescence

I wear a suit and business tie

My parents said I could be anything

And that they would always be so proud

So I became The Man, and said

“Your hair’s too long, your music’s too loud”.