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, 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 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 Crew
And why is moms hair dyed bright blue?
And stayin' out till two or three
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 its just a passing phase
What's the matter with my parents these days?