My liberated parents
They're going out tonight
They read the happiest magazines
They've loosened their uptights
Dad's wearing real tight Levis
And some Gucci tennis shoes
He's got a T-shirt custom made for him
Sayin' ?Give Me Pot Not Booze'
I get a kiss goodbye
I get all numb and high
From all the smoke left on their breath
I smile and wish them well
Then I pray like hell
They go and dance themselves to death
Mom's hair's all green and dirty
She wears a high-tech Devo suit
She changed her name to ?Xerox'
She hides Quaaludes in her boots
Oh, me, I'm real embarrassed
When I hear the things they do
They kinda compromise my social position
My coolitivity is suffering too
Come on momma, come on daddy
Come on skinny, come on fatty
source: Songteksten.nl
Language: english
Mood: Stylish; Rousing; Bravado; Knotty; Street-Smart; Gritty; Slick; Boisterous; Brooding; Angst-Ridden; Brash; Confrontational; Irreverent; Confident; Cold
Theme: Late Night; Cool & Cocky; Hanging Out
Style: Contemporary Pop/Rock; Album Rock; Heavy Metal; Hard Rock; Arena Rock; Detroit Rock