I was sittin' on the corner, I was smokin' on the sly Along came a grownup from the grownup FBI Saying "This ain't Marlboro country hon Where'd you cop those cigarettes? You know you're too young" Then up stepped three more governmental nuts Who'd been laying in the gutter Disguised as cigarette butts Called for the sergeant, he rolled up in a hearse And he called me a lousy, no good, juvenile pervert He gave me a lecture on cancer of the lung Said "Anyone who smokes is a low-down dirty bum Don't let me catch you smokin' around again", he said And then he took another drag of his cigarette Think I'm hating grownups, you got me all wrong Very nice people when they stay where they belong But we're the younger generation And your rules are giving me fixations I've got this younger generation Regurgitation blues I was going down the corner, I was going against the light It just turned green and up comes a guy Said, "Don't you know that's a federal offence? Seems like kids your age just ain't got no sense And don't you know you're risking juvenile arrest? Committing suicide is punishable by death" If you think I'm hating grownups, you've got me all wrong Very nice people when they stay where they belong But we're the younger generation And your rules are giving me fixations I've got this younger generation Regurgitation blues But you're not that kind of girl Not until you try it