April 6, 2039

Here we have our dust free dining set
 We guarantee it won't collect a spec
 Freeing up the children to instead
 Grow into your molding
 Heed more of your scolding
 Go early to their new self-making beds
 It seems like you'd be tired of losing face
 Like you'd want to put the children in their place
 The more you have to tell them to do their chores
 The more you run the risk of being ignored
 If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
 You tell them that they're good kids
 But you know that it's not true
 Your father drank a little
 You're on liver number two
 Progress has a way of feigning ease
 Convenient new inventions bait the tease
 For though it is impossible to cure
 A husband bent on cheating
 The oxygen's depleting
 A child who's always bragging
 A wife's persistent nagging
 We're equipped to live as though it were
 If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
 You tell them that they're good kids
 But you know that it's not true
 Your father drank a little
 You're on liver number two