I think of who's to blame
And I bow my head in shame
So you've grown tired of your
parents always hanging around
Now they spoil your children and
having grandparents is out
Yes, they raised you well, but you wished to hell that they'd
go away so you wouldn't have to pay for their food
Forget all the years when
Acres, send your father to
Acres, we'll take good care
of them, you won't be aware of them,
Well, if one of them's dead,
cause we have a matchmaker.
They can sit down and fetch
while watching green acres.
Yes, if you don't want to visit,
well, there's no requisite.
We have foster sons and daughters
Keep the checks coming and
We'll take good care of them,
you won't be aware of them
Yes, our homes so peaceful
They die while they're sleeping,
Now there's no need for worry
To the husbands and wives
Who don't want their fathers
So send them where respectable
We'll take good care of them
And send them to shady acres
Freudian doctors they tell me
Have no fear, it's not your fault
You're growing up bad because
Your parents did you wrong
And I blame it on my parents,
on teachers in the school
Till I remember once upon a time,
I think of who's to blame,
and I bow my head in shame.