I woke up this morning feeling kinda icky
I looked in the mirror, found I turned into a hippie
I went to the closet where my black clothes were
Pulled out a multi-coloured jumper and a blue denim skirt.

This is not my, this is not my, this is not my - idea of fun
I think my, I think my, I think my I think my dark days are done
This is not my, this is not my, this is not my - idea of fun
I think I, I think I, I think I - am turning into my mom.

And in sanatorium everybody frowned
Cause I permed my hair - dyed it light brown 
Get no joy from none of my CDs
All I wanna listen to is tapes of the Bee Gees .

This is not my, this is not my, this is not my - idea of fun
I think my, I think my, I think my I think my dark days are done
This is not my, this is not my, this is not my - idea of fun
I think I, I think I, I think I - am turning into my mom.

I cried so much I was so cut off
When the doctor said: "There is nothing wrong - you're just growing up" [bad word] home and put on some black PDC
Cause I ain't gonna let it happen to me.

This is not my, this is not my, this is not my - idea of fun
I think my, I think my, I think my I think my dark days are done
This is not my, this is not my, this is not my - idea of fun
I think I, I think I, I think I - am turning into my mom.