I guess the folks that pulled the strings   Had their mind on other things   They reach for big brass rings   In the beyond      And the kids got off their knees   They could speak in Japanese   So we handed them the keys   And they drove us home      And they slept in kind of late   Got up and tuned to Channel 8   Electric Company's great   And so was Zoom      When the Big Blue Marble sang   Kung Fu's name was Cane   And the kids laughed and shouted Shane   And had a ball      And they went outside to play   In the broke-down Chevrolet   That sits there to this day   Out in the yard      And he's so bored (and she's so tired)   And he's so weird (and she's so wired)      And the kids grew up to be   The essential referees   Demanding custody   Of all the bombs      And they took them all apart   And turned them into art   At least it was a start   Or so they say      And all the best cowboys' eyes   Made 'em look like Chinese guys   To the Indians that fly   The thunderbird      He's so bored (she's so tired)   And he's so weird (she's so wired)      And the kids grew up to be   Tall enough to see   The forest through the trees   And beyond      And the men who played with guns   Had to answer to their moms   Had to take it like it comes   To be a man      'Cause all the best cowboys' eyes   Made 'em look like Chinese guys   To the Indians that fly   The thunderbird      And the guy who wrote that song   Handed my friend a bong   And said see you later, so long   So long   So long forever      He's so bored (she's so tired)   He's so weird (she's so wired)