Mom and dad,
how'd ya 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
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
Can't we just "hang" on holidays?
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?
They're 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?