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 singing every word.   You’re not supposed to like my bands, things I like you don’t understand   So please put down that rum and coke, that’s no behavior for old folks      Dad and mom, what planet are you from?   And what convinced you to pack up and leave?   Doin 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 is moms hair dyed bright blue   There 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 banging their heads      Maybe it’s just a passing phase   What’s the matter with my parents these days?