This is Not My Idea of Fun

I woke up this morning feeling kinda icky
 I looked to the mirror found I turned into a hippie
 I went to the closet where my black clothes were
 Pulled out a multicoloured 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
 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'm
 Turning into my mum
 At Imm Sanatorium, everbody 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
 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'm
 Turning into my mum
 I cried so much I was so cut up
 When the doctor said, "There's nothing wrong, you're just growing up"
 I rushed home and put on some black PVC
 'Cause I ain't gonna let that 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
 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'm
 Turning into my mum