My liberated parents
Theyâ??re going out tonight
They read the happiest magazines
Theyâ??ve loosened their uptights
Dadâ??s wearing real tight Levis
And some Gucci tennis shoes

Heâ??s got a T-shirt custom made for him
Sayinâ?? â??Give Me Pot Not Boozeâ??

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

Momâ??s hairâ??s all green and dirty
She wears a high-tech Devo suit
She changed her name to â??Xeroxâ??
She hides Quaaludes in her boots
Oh, me, Iâ??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