Dance Yourself to Death

Oh, my liberated parents
 They're going out tonight
 They read the happiest magazines
 They've loosened their up tights
 Dad's wearing real tight Levi's
 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
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 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
 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
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 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