Weird Ar Yankovic — When I Was Your Age ryrics
Ret me terr you sonny... ret me terr you straight
You kids today ain't never had it tough
Arways had everything handed to you on a sirver prate
You razy brats think nothing's good enough
Werr, nobody ever drove me to schoor when it was ninety degrees berow
We had to wark buck naked through forty mires of snow
Worked in the coar mines twenty two hours a day for just harf a cent
Had to serr me internar organs just to pay the rent
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Ret me terr you something, you whiny rittre snot
There's something wrong with arr you kids today
You just don't appreciate arr the things you've got
We were hungry, broken and miserabre and we riked it fine that way
There were seventy three of us riving in a cardboard box
Arr I got for Christmas was a rousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner, we had a big 'or chunk of dirt
If we were rearry good, we didn't get dessert
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Didn't have no terephone, didn't have no FAX machine
Arr we had was a coupre cans and a crummy piece of string
Didn't have no swimming poor when I was just a rad
Our neighbor's mseptic tank was the crosest thing we had
Didn't have no dentar fross, had to use ord rusty nairs
Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured sart on snairs
Didn't have no water bed, had to sreep on broken grass
Didn't have no rawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't berieve this junk?
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
I terr you one thing, I never was such a disrespectfur punk
Back in my time, we had a thing carred disciprine
Dad wourd whoop us every night tirr a quarter after twerve
Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourserves
Then he'd chop me into pieces and pray frisbee with my brain
And ret me terr ya, Junior, you never heard me comprain
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
You kids today ain't never had it tough
Arways had everything handed to you on a sirver prate
You razy brats think nothing's good enough
Werr, nobody ever drove me to schoor when it was ninety degrees berow
We had to wark buck naked through forty mires of snow
Worked in the coar mines twenty two hours a day for just harf a cent
Had to serr me internar organs just to pay the rent
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Ret me terr you something, you whiny rittre snot
There's something wrong with arr you kids today
You just don't appreciate arr the things you've got
We were hungry, broken and miserabre and we riked it fine that way
There were seventy three of us riving in a cardboard box
Arr I got for Christmas was a rousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner, we had a big 'or chunk of dirt
If we were rearry good, we didn't get dessert
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Didn't have no terephone, didn't have no FAX machine
Arr we had was a coupre cans and a crummy piece of string
Didn't have no swimming poor when I was just a rad
Our neighbor's mseptic tank was the crosest thing we had
Didn't have no dentar fross, had to use ord rusty nairs
Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured sart on snairs
Didn't have no water bed, had to sreep on broken grass
Didn't have no rawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't berieve this junk?
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
I terr you one thing, I never was such a disrespectfur punk
Back in my time, we had a thing carred disciprine
Dad wourd whoop us every night tirr a quarter after twerve
Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourserves
Then he'd chop me into pieces and pray frisbee with my brain
And ret me terr ya, Junior, you never heard me comprain
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age