No “S” in Vinyl (Reconcilation)

Picture me in my underwear
'Cause that's all I am in
And once you see me in your head like that
You cannot un-see it
Picture me in air conditioning
My hair blowing in the breeze
But I have no air conditioning
Right now, I'm Marc without AC

The same thoughts keep swirling in my head
And I can't turn them off
This is too much for an overgrown kid
A fairly sedentary sloth
I'm surrounded by games that I can't play
And movies I can't watch
"You can't take it when you're old," so they say
And I no longer think they're wrong

Hey kids get off of my lawn
'Cause you might get hurt
There ain't no "S" in "vinyl," but hey
It's only a word

Picture me as a bureaucrat
And I don't know what that means
Well, maybe I should read a dictionary
For a cromulent way to speak
A noble spirit embiggens those
Who don't always do right
But it won't save you from karma
And we've all got stuff to hide

So, hey kids get off of my lawn
'Cause you might get hurt
There ain't no "S" in "vinyl," but hey
It's only a word