Lyrics

Emails
Jenny Bienemann

Adults, with their pretzels and beer
And the TV on so loud even the neighbors could hear

I don’t know about you
Or what you stayed up to see
But when I had to go to bed at 7:00 it was a national tragedy

I couldn’t wait to not have to go to sleep
But now I have got 1,000 emails in my email inbox

These kids, with their connectivity
The computer’s on all night, so bright, the neighbors could read

I don’t know about you
Or if you turned out like me
But if I get less than six good hours it’s a national tragedy

I couldn’t wait to not have to go to sleep
But now I have got 1,000 emails in my email inbox