We read in the papers, we hear on the air,
Of killing and stealing, and crime everywhere.
We sigh, and we say, as we notice the trend,
"This young generation! Where will it all end?"
But can we be sure that it’s their fault alone?
That maybe most of it isn’t really our own ?
Too much money to spend and too little time;
Too many movies of passion and crime;
Too many books not fit to be read;
Too much evil in what they hear said;
Too many children encouraged to roam,
By too many parents who won’t stay at home.
Kids don’t make the movies and they don’t write the books,
That paint a bright picture of gangsters and crooks.
They don’t make the liquor and they don’t run the bars,
They don’t pass the laws or make high speed cars.
They don’t make the drugs that addle the brain,
It’s all done by older folks greedy for gain.
Thus in so many cases it must be confessed,
The label "delinquent" fits older folks best.