The Kids

Now we’re getting nasty
Everybody is talking about the kids
The kids have funky soul and groove emotion
But if you don’t give the kids the chance to use it They’re always more than likely to abuse it Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure.
Everybody’s talking about the kids
And it’s taking time for you to realise
Now hunger turns to anger in your eyes
I say the revolution will be televised, Yes it will Gil…
Everybody’s talking about the kids
Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure.
Kids get down underground, evrybody dance to the funky sound.
Everybody’s talking about the kids
The kids need space to get their heads in place
And every day this world we have to face
Well I just can’t seem to find my proper place
Kids get down, celebrate, now we’re gonna kick the thing we hate
Everybody’s talking about the kids
It won’t be long before we get our own
And every kid can truly feel at home
I told ya you should give the dog a bone.
Kids get down, pressurized, to live the life that you devised
Kids get down, celebrate, life is to short to complicate
Everybody’s talking about school
But I get more pleasure breaking all the rules
Cos lesson one begins with «Life is Cruel»
Well I guess I’m just an educated fool
Everybody’s talking about the kids
Mom and Dad make efforts to excuse it Government officials will confuse it Members of the bench will try to prove it You’re going down sucker!
Everybody’s talking about the kids now
Everybody’s talking about the kids now
The kids got funky soul
Everybody’s talking about high
But kids get high to satisfy
For reaching out to touch the sky
Is all I can identify, and you know why…
Kids get down, stormy weather, fifteen years of royal pleasure
Kids get down celebrate, now we’re gonna kick the thing we hate.