Tekster: Alice Cooper. Flush The Fashion. 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 Levis
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?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

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