Child of the Video Age

It's four o'clock in the afternoon
In any town across this land
There's a kid in a room watching his 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 'bout 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
Jimi Hendrix and the Rolling Stones
Are ringing in his ears
He don't know nothing 'bout 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 'bout the good old days
He's a child of the video age
His daddy hit the road in '69
With his thumb 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
A mirror image of the latest craze
Don't know nothing 'bout the good old days
He's a child of the video age
A mirror image of the latest craze
Don't know nothing 'bout the good old days
He's a child of the video age