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My Liberated Parents Theyre Going Out Tonight They Read the Happiest Magazines Theyve Loosened Their Uptights 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 Come On Momma, Come On Daddy Come On Skinny, Come On Fatty

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