We've been trading places since you got in the car And your laughing all the way to the station Your parents keep on calling They don't know where you are It's looking like they need a vacation And you are your father's son So put your records on And you've been waiting tables Since you got outta school Some say you'll be waiting forever Knocking back the liquar As you tidy the stools And theres nothing wrong with Not being clever And you are your fathers son So put your records on You are your mothers boy So put your make-up on (You are) And you are your fathers son So put your records on You are your mothers boy So put your make-up on