Here we have our dust-free dining set

We guarentee it won't collect a spec

Freeing up the children to instead

Heed more of your scoldings

Grow into your molding

Go early to their new self-making beds



It seems like you'd be tired of losing face

Like you want to put the children in their place

The more you have to tell them to do their chores

The more you run the risk of being ignored



If you're lucky, they'll turn out as good as you

You tell them that they're good kids, but you know that it's not true

Your father drank a little

You're on liver number two



Progress has a way of feigning ease

Convenient new inventions bait the tease

For though it is impossible to cure a husband bent on cheating

The oxygen depleating

A child who's always bragging

A wife's persistent nagging

We're equipped to live as though it were



If you're lucky, they'll turn out as good as you

You tell them that they're good kids, but you know that it's not true

Your father drank a little

You're on liver number two