"Dance Yourself To Death" lyrics

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

Mom's hair is 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

Oh, 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
C'mon and dance, dance
You gotta dance 'til your outta breath