Dance Yourself To Death

Oh, my liberated parents Theyre going out tonight They read the happiest magazines Theyve loosened their up tights Dads wearing real tight Levis And some Gucci tennis shoes Hes 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 Moms hairs 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, Im real embarrassed When I hear the things they do They kinda compromise my social position My coolitivity is suffering too 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 Ah dance, real hard 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 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 Gotta dance till you're outta breath