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 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
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