Who's legs are like lead

And they won't get out of bed

There a generation of shirkers 

Not like the older workers 

But I blame the state

For giving them everything on a plate

Because when we left school 

We thought it was cool

To get a job

And earn a few bob

To pay our way

Not skiv every day

They blame us boomers all the time

But at least we had a spine

And worked for a living 

Not just taking but giving 

And we payed our way

Not grabbed every day.