What's The Matter With Parents
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 singin' every word
You're not supposed to like my band
Things I like you don't understand
So please put down down the rum and coke
That's not behavior for old folk
Can't we just hang out on holidays
Dad and mum, 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 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 bangin' your heads
Maybe it's just a passing phase
What's the matter with my parents these days?