Dance Yourself To Death

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