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Oh, the rag-do'ed white rapper draws folks from down the block.
I’d ask him what the matter is, but I'd prefer that he don’t talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly, and show me their nice shape
until I point out to them Zac Efron shouldn't wear a cape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Now the Bieber's on the TV, with a 14-year-old swan
screaming her pretty lungs out, as if her mind is gone.
She thinks he's really talented, hair and teeth perfect, unlike Bob.
But when you listen to his songs, you find he's just a slob.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Mona tried to tell me to stay away from Maroon 5's line.
She said that, like the "Twilight" boys, they'll drink up your blood like wine.
And I said, “Oh, I could've guessed that, but then again, there’s only one I’ve met.
And hold on, he ain't comin', and he ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Cornelius died last week, wishing us peace, love and soul.
So many today have none of these, not even as their goal.
Beyonce, to her credit, tried to sing like Etta James.
But too many of them copy Madonna, to their shames.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Now the Senator came down here, showing everyone his wife.
Handing out free tickets to the campaign called "pro-life."
And me, I nearly got busted, thinking glitter should fly free.
But I wouldn't, 'cause I remembered the music is bad on "Glee."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Now, the Gordys looked so baffled when I asked him why they dressed
with 20 pounds of bad hair haging o'er their chests.
But they cursed me when I said they suck and said, “Not even you can hide
from hurting your dad's legacy. I hope you're satisfied!"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Now, the Cowell gave me two cures, then he said, “Jump right in.”
The one was rockin' medicine, the other was just aural gin.
And, like a fool, I mixed them, and it made me feel like hell.
And now I sing like William Hung, and look just ike Adele!
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Lady Gaga says come see her, in her fame-monster lagoon
where I can watch her waltz for free, 'neath her matrimonial moon.
And I say, “Aw, come on now, not while Ronnie Spector's still alive!"
And she says, “Ronnie's 68, and I'm just 25!"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
to be stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again?

Now, a disco stands on Grand Street, where the SoHo shoppers climb.
They all fall there so wickedly, it all seems poorly timed
And I survived the disco years, but I've never found what price
I have to pay to get out of going through lousy music twice!
Oh, Mama, please bring me to the end
so I'm not stuck inside the future with the Sixties blues again!

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