There are two things I can't stand
And one of them is your mom
What is just as bad is your dad
Why did we have to come?
This is the Eighties, it should be understood
That we sleep together
We've been together for a month now
Why are they so uptight?
When they invited us to dinner
I didn't know it meant "spend the night"
I helped with dishes
Your mother told me all about when you were small
And then she said:
Before it gets too late I'll show you where
You'll sleep tonight
You'll share a room with Johnny