Party Mom and Invisible Dad

Let me set the tone

Imagine if you will, a group of kids just left alone

Mom's in the bathroom trying not to throw up

Daddy's on the phone but we've never seen him close up

Some guy's passed out sleeping on the sofa

When you need a ride home no one ever shows up

Wake up your brother, get your mother to bed

Spread some peanut butter on some Wonderbread

And when it gets too crazy duck and cover your head

Once you get used to it, it isn't so bad!

You may get a chuckle or a cynical laugh

It's the adventures of party mom and the invisible dad

She borrows your clothes and goes out with your friends

What's the matter honey are you pouting again?

The old man left for a beer and a pack of smokes

We thought it was weird when he packed all his clothes

What a classic show! Mom had a jack and coke and burnt the casserole

The suspense and the horror, it may make you gasp

You wonder for days, will he ever come back?

The critics call it pitiful, miserable, sad

It's the adventures of party mom and the invisible dad

When they first got married, they weren't old enough

To settle down, or sober up

You'd think by now, they'd grow up enough

When they first had children, you couldn't find a better pair

A father who was never there, while mother passed out everywhere

Learn to cook your own meals, see how being alone feels

Watch as we reach deeper states of denial, dishes all dirty, plates in a pile

Mom's in the bathroom, laying on the tile

Haven't seen daddy's face in a while

The suspense and the horror, it may make you gasp

You wonder for days, will he ever come back?

The critics call it pitiful, miserable, sad

It's the adventures of party mom and the invisible dad

When they first got married, they weren't old enough

To settle down, or sober up

You'd think by now, they'd grow up enough

When they first had children, you couldn't find a better pair

A father who was unprepared, while mom left bottles everywhere

When daddy comes around he can't keep our names straight

Thinks we're in the same grade we've been since age 8

Crying in your underoos, it's not because of you, it's about your mother too

Weighed down by hundreds of issues and episodes

You could sift through the wreckage for little collectables

The suspense and the horror, it may make you gasp

You wonder for days, will he ever come back?

The critics call it pitiful, miserable, sad

It's the adventures of party mom and the invisible dad