Dance Yourself To Death [3:09] - Flush the Fashion, 1980
	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


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