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
