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? 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 Crue And why is Mom's 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 banging their heads

Maybe it's just a passing phase
What's the matter with my parents these days?

(The Song of the Day! is back, after a short hiatus. I needed time to get some more music.)