| My liberated parents
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| They are gonin’out tonight
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| They read the hippest magazines
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| They’ve loosened their uptights
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| Dad’s wearin’real tight Levis
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| And some Gucci Tennis shoes
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| He’s got a T-shirt custom made for him
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| Saying Give me pot not booze
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| I get a kiss good-bye
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| I get all numb and high
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| From all the smoke left on their breath
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| I smile and wish them well
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| Then I pray like hell
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| They go and dance themselves to death
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| Mom’s hair’s all green and dirty
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| She wears a high tech Devo Suit
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| She changed her name to Xerox
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| She hides Quaaludes in her boots
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| Oh, me, I’m all real embarrassed
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| When I hear the things they do They kinda compromise my social position
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| And my cool-ativity is suffering too!
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| I get a kiss good-bye
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| I get all numb and high
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| From all the smoke left on their breath
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| I smile and wish them well
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| Then I pray like hell
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| They go and dance themselves to death
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| Ahh dance, real hard
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| I get a kiss good-bye
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| I get all numb and high
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| From all the smoke left on their breath
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| I smile and wish them well
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| Then I pray like hell
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| They go and dance themselves to death
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| Come on momma
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| Come on daddy
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| Come on skinny
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| Come on fatty
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| Shake it Martha
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| Shake it Larry
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| Shake it Mr. Coronary
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| You gotta dance dance
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| Come on and dance dance
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| Dance til you’re outta breath |