anyone can have kids, even if you're stupid. ask your parents, they did. can't be that hard! names are sticky things - find one that really sings. please, oh please, be good! if they're mine, they should do as i say. do as i say, not as i do. now they're teens and sayin': "where's our kurt cobain?" "who do we pray to?"
can only try to raise 'em right.
playtime and pretend, imaginary friends. and i think we can raise 'em right. books read before bed, can't get them out my head. and i think we can raise 'em right. first dates and heartbreaks, and homemade birthday cakes. and i think we can raise 'em right. one day, i swear it, you could be a parent. and when that day comes, then we'll know if we raised you right.