Kids these days, they don't value a dollar

Don't like chewing, but they sure can swallow

Wasn't that way in my younger days

There's something wrong with kids these days

Times ain't now, buddy, like they used to be

I'd have more fun, but the women are so hard to please

Let it burn (Burn, burn, burn)

Well, old folks, they sure are crazy

You stop in to talk and they calling you lazy

When I get grown, there'll be some changes made

There's just something wrong with folks these days

There'll be better times, but I'm getting by with these

I'd have more fun, but the women are so hard to please

Oh, you let it burn (Burn, burn, burn)

Let it burn (Burn, burn, burn)

Like to introduce the boys in the band to you, ladies and gentlemen

Fine band we got tonight

We got Billy Stevenson, fresh out of

Ottawa pounding on the eighty-eights

Pound 'em, Bill

On the drums, we got Barry Macaroon all the way from the West Coast

Loose as a goose

Little Jimmy Rolleston on the bass out of Toronto

On the guitar, Pebble Beach of no fixed address

On the vocal here, you got yours truly

Little Tommy Rush from New Hampshire

Times ain't now, buddy, like they used to be

Times ain't now, Charlie, like they used to be

I'd have more fun, but the women are so hard to please

Oh, let it burn (Burn, burn, burn)

Let it burn (Burn, burn, burn)

Kids These Days (Album Version)

Tom Rush