Mom and dad, how'd ya get so rad, when exactly did you get so hip?

And telling me that I should mellow out



It’s absurd, you’re singing every word.

You’re not supposed to like my bands, things I like you don’t understand

So please put down that rum and coke, that’s no behavior for old folks



Dad and mom, what planet are you from?

And what convinced you to pack up and leave?

Doin drugs and asking me for hugs, what’s the matter with parents today?



Not again, when will it end

Dads dressing like Motley Crue and why is moms hair dyed bright blue

There staying out till 2 or 3 and then having sex publicly

I thought the apple fell far from the tree



Mom and dad I think you ought, to quit smoking so much pot

And hanging with my friends

Laying round on the couch, with my Misfits records out

Softly banging their heads



Maybe it’s just a passing phase

What’s the matter with my parents these days?