HOW'S A KID?
(S'POSED TO KNOW)

I came into the house from the front yard
Where there’s not a single spec of shade
Hot and sweaty ‘cause we’re playing real hard
And I’m ready to get some Kool-Aid
I thought I’d do my mom a favor
And purple’s my favorite flavor
Just think of the labor I’ll save her
I’ll pour myself a cup and then I’ll go

If my mom knew what I’d done
She’d be filled with so much pride
She’d tell all the neighbors she’s so proud
Well back to the fun and I headed outside
I heard my mom yelling and so loud
“How many times do I have to tell you
To shut the fridgerator door?!”

I thought a little bit about the question
I answered “seven hundred, eighty-four”
So she told me to stand in the corner
Where a smart mouthed kid ought to be
If she didn’t want an answer to the question
Then why’d she ask a question of me?

Sometimes grown-ups are a mystery
Can’t they remember ancient history
Back when they were a brother or a sistery
But how is a kid supposed to know?
If they’re setting a trap they never show it
 
 
   

We don’t know we’re busted ‘till we blow it
When I’m all grown up I hope I know it
But how is a kid supposed to know?

Dad built a brand new fence around the back yard
That he ordered from the catalog at Sears
It’s built really good and it’s made of redwood
And he said that it would last a zillion years
He said that it was time and money well spent
And next he’d make a little walk of pavement
And us kids could make our feetprints in the cement
It’s stuff like that that makes a house a home.
I never saw such a beautiful fence in my whole life

When Dad was finally finished
So my brothers and my sister took an old pocket knife
And we all carved our initials in it
When Dad saw our little addition
He sorta turned a cherry shade of red
He just stood there and started twitchen
And all of us kids thought we were dead
He yelled at us and told us we were grounded
And to go to our room and shut the door
He said that he would be very well founded
To lock us in there till we’re twenty-four

Sometimes grown-ups are a mystery
Can’t they remember ancient history
Back when they were a brother or a sistery
But how is a kid supposed to know?
If they’re setting a trap they never show it
We don’t know we’re busted ‘till we blow it
When I’m all grown up I hope I know it
But how is a kid supposed to know?

 

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