Dance Yourself To Death

My liberated parents They are gonin' out tonight They read the hippest magazines They've loosened their uptights Dad's wearin' real tight Levis And some Gucci Tennis shoes He's got a T-shirt custom made for him Saying "Give me pot not booze" I get a kiss good-bye 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 all real embarrassed When I hear the things they do They kinda compromise my social position And my cool-ativity is suffering too! I get a kiss good-bye 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 Ahh dance, real hard I get a kiss good-bye 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 Come on momma Come on daddy Come on skinny Come on fatty Shake it Martha Shake it Larry Shake it Mr. Coronary You gotta dance dance Come on and dance dance Dance til you're outta breath