Buttons to Push the Buttons

[Verse 1]
Piglet has whiskers, the nose laughed right
Off the desk
Laptop computers know it was the fodder
That got them jobs
Featherweight fathers know nothing about daughters, and
Sons be damned

[Verse 2]
The rest of those buttons are pushing themselves to an
Early grave
Parcels meets presents means business means pleasure, so
We all got jobs
Blind-spot opinions reached millions of readers
And they passed for thoughts

[Verse 3]
My fear of grow-ups confirmed
When I'm dealin' with folks like managers
And the sad minds unwind
And are given the thoughts of happiness
And the broke heart breaks loud
It was given those thoughts of happiness