Its taking too long,
Since we've been dancing to the song,
From that wierd and horrible dong,
And that ever moving tongue.

When wil it b our turn?
When like you, we have a freedom of choice,
When we can move up nd on,
Witout the restriction of any voice.

When wil it be our turn?
When at will we can walk or run,
When we can dance to our own sound,
And our perfection will be finally found.


It is true we are adolescents,
But i bet we have brains,
We can talk in great ascents
And can surely invoke rain.