Sesame Street Cred

Back in the 90's I remember you were touring Europe
You were dangerous and hungry and you had a Good Times van
You drove the censors crazy with a song about fellatio
Now your latest album's bringing in the greatest price-to-earning ratio

What I really want to know is
How to trade my street cred for some of that
Sesame Street cred

When the Good Times van pulled into town,
the locals had to worry
They'd scurry home and warn the neighbors,
"Better hide your daughters"
The scene's not CBGB now, the sound is PC-PG
Mothers bring their daughters to the show
Dressed in their Sunday best

What I really want to know is
How to trade my street cred for some of that
Sesame Street cred

I'll admit you're not the only one to make a change
If you'll admit you made it first
I'll admit I like the new stuff just a little
Only if you'll just admit you made it
Just a little worse

You could pose the question to a shrink or Alan Turing
"He's maturing, he's evolving
It's completely natural that way."
I know that you don't owe me
And I bought a ticket to your show
But you won't hear me cheering when
All the dying hero says is "duck"

What I really want to know is
How to trade my street cred for some of that
Sesame Street cred