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, they'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 not behavior for old folk Can we just hang 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 Motley Crew And why is moms hair dyed bright blue? And stayin' out till two or three Then having sex analy 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 your head Maybe its just a passing phase What's the matter with my parents these days?
Writer(s): Mike Burkett