LYRICS GAME

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

When you dream at night

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