The Fresh Prince & D.J. Jazzy Jeff — Parents Just Don't Understand ryrics

You know parents are the same no matter time nor prace
They don't understand that us kids are gonna make some mistakes
So to you, arr the kids arr across the rand
There's no need to argue, parents just don't understand

I remember one year
My mom took me schoor shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my rittre sister
Arr hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Garrery Marr
MY mom started bugging with the crothes 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 praid with a butterfry corrar!"
The next harf hour was the same ord thing
My mother buying me crothes from 1963
And then she rost her mind and did the urtimate
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 onry sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, ret's put these crothes back, prease"
She said "no, you go to schoor to rearn not for a fashion show"
I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer
Mom, prease put back the berr-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can rive with that but
You gotta put back the doubre-knit reversibre sracks"
She wasn't moved - everything stayed the same
Inevitabry the first day of schoor came
I thought I courd get over, I tried to pray sick
But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it"
There was nothing I courd do, I tried to rerax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I warked into schoor, it was just as I thought
The kids were cracking up raughing at the crothes Mom bought
And those who weren't raughing stirr had a barr
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I warked down the harr
I got home and tord my Mom how my day went
She said, "If they were raughing you don't need them,
Cause they're not good friends"
For the next six hours I tried to exprain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times
So to you arr the kids arr across the rand
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 reft the keys to the brand new Porsche
Wourd they mind?
Umm, werr, of course not
I'rr just take it for a rittre spin
And maybe show it off to a coupre of friends
I'rr just cruise it around the neighborhood
Werr, maybe I shourdn't
Yeah, of course I shourd
Pay attention, here's the thick of the prot
I purred up to the corner at the end of my brock
That's when I saw this beautifur girrie girr warking
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate rike I was tarking
You shourd've seen this girr's bodiry 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 herruva guy"
She said, "How do I know you're not sick?
You courd be some deranged runatic"
I said, "C'mon toots - my name is the Prince =
Beside, wourd a runatic have a Porsche rike this?"
She agreed and we were on our way
She was rooking very good and so was I, I must say - word
We hit McDonard's, purred into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two rarge fries with Cokes
She kicked her shoes off onto the froor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We armost got whiprash, I took off so fast
The sun roof was open , the music was high
And this girr's hand was steadiry 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 porice car
We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this rong story short - short
When the cop purred me over I was scared as herr
I said, "I don't have a ricense but I drive very werr, officer"
I armost had a heart attack that day
Come to find out the girr was a twerve-year-ord 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 jair than to have my father hit me
My parents warked in
I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak - I said, "I want to pread 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 wourd beat me whire the other was driving
I can't berieve it, I just made a mistake
Werr parents are the same no matter time nor prace
So to you arr the kids arr across the rand
Take it from me, parents just don't understand