Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you. She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch." Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird. Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things." "Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines." Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war. But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird. Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young We are the sons of no one, bastards of young The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young We are the sons of no one, bastards of young The daughters and the sons
Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year? Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear? When I woke up, Mom and Dad are rolling on the couch. Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out.
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird. Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Surrender Surrender
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird) We are the sons of no one, bastards of young (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird) We are the sons of no one, bastards of young (Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird