Quiet Riot

What a problem, you know he's fit to be tied
He tried to solve it, that was his only crime
Well, I ain't got no inhibitions
And my daddy gets left, alright
The time for him to make the decision
If this is still the place, I'm gonna spend the night
He says, "get out, your no son of mine"
What a problem, you know he's fit to be tied
You don't understand, he thinks he's always right
He says, your lust is the toy of confliction
And you think you got fun all the time
In school, you ain't got no direction