Your great-great-grandfather cleared the land
Your great-grandfather plowed the land
Then your grandpa made the land pay
Then your dad sold it to become a civil servant
And you, my boy, you don't know what you're gonna do
In your tiny overpriced three-and-a-half that's freezing in winter
You feel like becoming an owner
And you dream at night of your own little patch of land
Your great-great-grandmother had fourteen kids
Your great-grandmother had almost as many
Then your grandma had three, that was enough
Then your mom didn't want you, you were an accident
And you, my little girl
You change partners all the time
When you f*ck up you dodge it by aborting
But some mornings you wake up crying
Of a big table surrounded by kids
Your great-great-grandfather
Lived through brutal poverty
Your great-grandfather picked up pennies
Then your grandpa, miracle, became a millionaire
Your dad inherited it and put it all in his RRSPs
And you, kiddo, you owe your *ss to the ministry
No way to get a loan from any bank
To calm your urge to hold up the cashier
You read books about voluntary simplicity
Your great-great-grandparents
They knew how to party
Your great-grandparents
The soirées really swung
Then your grandparents lived the yé-yé era
Your parents had the discos
That's where they met
So you, my friend, what're you doing with your evening?
Turn off your TV, don't stay cooped up
Luckily in life
Some things refuse to change
Put on your finest clothes
'Cause tonight we're gonna dance