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