The Graduation Song

For the past 18 years, your life has been pretty smooth
Let’s take a moment and reflect, on all you’ve had to do
You’ve rolled outta bed, and strolled to the living room
And watched Cartoon Network, while your mom made waffles for you
Your laundry was magically clean, and your dad’s back pocket was an ATM machine
Your life’s biggest worry was that to wear to the prom
And your only regret was that incident with the stinkbomb
Do you hear that subtle sound?
(It's the sound of reality about to slap the taste out your mouth)
Now you’re on your own
You should be scared
But we can tell you don’t car
(Why don’t you care?)
(You should be frightend)
You’re young and now you’re free
The world is your oyster
We have no clue what that means
But let us paint a picture of your future
You’re gonna eat alotta Hot Pockets
And you’re thinking that sounds great!
Get back to us in 6 months, when you’ve had 378
As soon as you move out
You know what your parents are gonna do
They’re gonna turn your bedroom into an excerise room
That they never use
(And you won’t use lockers in college)
And this might be a total bummer
There are no yearbooks either, you’ll actually have to say
«Have a great summer!»
Do you feel that gentle breeze?
(It's the category 5 hurricane of adulthood about to hit you upside the head
with a tree!)
Now you’re on your own
Don’t screw this up
You’re on your own
Good luck
(You're gonna need it.)