Dance Yourself to Death - Alice Cooper

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