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 were married, your mother 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.
Whatever happened to all this talk of losers of the year?
Well every time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
Then I woke up, mom and dad were rolling on the couch.
Rolling numbers, rock and roll, I 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.
Mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
Mommy's alright, Joe's alright, Brian's alright, Ken's alright, and Jon's alright
We're all alright, we're all alright, we're all alright
Writer(s): Mort Shuman, Doc Pomus
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