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 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 no behavior for old folk
Can't we just hang out 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 Mötley Crüe 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 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?

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Mike Burkett