Bill and Hill are our first couple
Student prez, homecoming queen
Tipper’s cute, Albert’s handsome
The in-crowd is the winning team

The baby boomers are the bosses
Rock and roll is here to stay
Fleetwood Mac got back together
In separate limos on reunion day

We got Elvis and the Beatles

Protested war, now we’ve won
Bill’s gone gray, Al’s slightly balding
But we are forever young

It?s not quite a coronation
Feels more like a senior prom
In D.C., bells ring, there are fireworks
On TV, we see Baghdad bombed

Points of light and talk of angels
It?s rhetoric, it must be told
I?m talking about my generation
Hope we grow up before we’re old
Hope we grow up before we’re old, yeah