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, you're singin' every word You're not supposed to like my band Things I like you don't understand So please put down down that rum and coke That's no 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 Crue And why is Mom's hair dyed bright blue? They're staying out till two or three And then having sex publicly I thought the apple fell far from 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 it's just a passin' phase What's the matter with my parents these days?