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