Lovin Spoonful wrote a song about it in 1968:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9Ic_9ehFxU
Why must every generation think their folks are square? And no matter where their heads are they know mom's ain't there 'Cause I swore when I was small that I'd remember when I knew what's wrong with them
Determined to remember all the cardinal rules Like sun showers are legal grounds for cuttin' school I know I have forgotten maybe one or two And I hope that I recall them all before the baby's due And I know he'll have a question or two
Like "Hey, pop, can I go ride my zoom? It goes two hundred miles an hour suspended on balloons And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue, and imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs?" And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation.
And "Hey, pop, my girlfriend's only three She's got her own videophone, and she's takin' LSD And now that we're best friends, she wants to give a bit to me But what's the matter, daddy? How come you're turnin' green? Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?
