It's four
o 'clock in the afternoon
in any town across this land
There's a kid in a room watching a screen,
the universe at hand
He's got a high -speed modem,
a computer with a CD -ROM
If his granddaddy could see him now,
he'd wonder what planet he's from
He's a child of the video age,
a mirror image of the latest craze
Don't know nothing about
the good old days,
he's a child of the video age
He sits in his room
with his headphones cranked
As loud as they can get
Listening to his daddy's music
While he surfs through the internet
Jimmy Hendrix and the Rolling Stones
are ringing in his ears
He don't know nothing
about Woodstock,
but he wishes he'd have been there
He's a child of the video age,
a mirror image of the latest craze
Don't know nothing about the
good old days,
he's a child of the video
age
His daddy hit the road in 69
When the storm stuck in the wind
Hitchhiked across the country
And he's never been the same since then
The world just keeps on changing
And he's a little bit perplexed
Cause he's got a kid
he don't understand
From Generation X
He's a child of the video age
Mirror image of the latest craze
Don't know nothing about
the good old days
He's a child of the video age
Mirror image of the latest craze
Don't know nothing about
the good old days
He's a child of the video age
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