Here we have our dust free dining set  We guarentee 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 fatehr drank a little  You're on liver number two