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
It's absurd, you're singin' every word
You're not supposed to like my band
Things I like you don't understand
So please put down down that rum and coke
That's no behavior 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
Doing drugs and asking me for hugs
What's the matter with parents today?
Not again, when will it end?
Dad's dressing like Motley Crue
And why is Mom's hair dyed bright blue?
They're staying out till two or three
And then having sex publicly
I thought the apple fell far from 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 passin' phase
What's the matter with my parents these days?