Mom and dad
How'd you get so rad?
When exactly did you get so hip?
Wearing teenage clothes
You're always coming to my shows
And telling me that I should mellow out
They're singing every word
You're not supposed to like my band
Things I like you don't understand
So please put down that rum and Coke
That's not behaviour for old folk
Can we just hang on holidays
Dad and mom
What planet are you from?
And what convinced you to pack up and leave
And asking me for hugs
What's the matter with parents today?
When will it end?
Dad's dressing like Motley Crue
And why is moms hair dyed bright blue?
And stayin' out till 2 or 3
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 your head
Maybe it's just a passing phase
What's the matter with my parents these days?