mom and dad, how'd you get so rad. when exactly did u get so hip?

wearing teenage clothes, you're always coming to my shows,

and telling me that i should mellow out



it's absurd, you're singing every word

you'Re not suppose to like my band, things i like you don't understand

so please put down that rum and coke, thats no behavior for old folk

can't we just hang on holidays



Dad and mom, what planet are you from

and what convinced you to back up and leave?

doin drugs and askin me for mugs, whats the matter with parents today?



not again, when will it end?

dad's dressing like motley crue and why is mom's hair died bright blue?

they're staying out 'till 2 or 3 and then having sex publicly

i thought the apple fell far f4rom the tree



mom and dad i think you ought to quit smokin so much pot

and hanging with my friends

laying round, on the coucil with my misfits records out

softly banging your heads



maybe it's just a passing phase

what's the matter with my parents these days