Mom and dad, howd ya get so rad. when exacly did you get so hip
Wearing tenage clothes you’re always coming to my shows
And telling me that I should mellow out
I’ts absurd, you’re singin everyword
Your not supposed to like my band, things I like you don’t understand
So please put down down the roman coke, that’s not behavior for old folk
Can’t we just bang 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
Dads dressing like motley crue and why moms hair dyed bright blue
There staying out till 2 or 3 and then having sex publicly
I tought the apple fell far from tree
Mom and dad I think you ought, to quit so much pot
And hanging with my friends
Laying round on the couch with my misfits records out
Sofly bangin your heads
Maybe it’s just a passing phase
What’s the matter with my parents these days

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