Hey man, them ain't high-heeled sneakers
And they sure don't look like cowboys boots
And that ain't rock 'n' roll that you're playin'
It sure ain't country, rhythm, or blues.
Well you sang a song about makin' love to your drummer.
Those gay guitar pickers don't turn me on.
And we don't all get in to Donna Summers,
Would you happen to know any old Hank Williams songs?
- Cause you see, I'm a di - - nosaur,
I should've died out a lo - - ng time before.
Have pity on a di - - nosaur.
Just give me my hat, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door? -
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It used to be, we had alot of fun in this old hangout.
We'd get stoned by the jukebox and stay outta fights.
Yeah, and now and then we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back.
Aw, a little of bit of ole Jim Beam and we'd get right.
But these flashin' lights sure make me dizzy,
And this disco's very strange to my ears.
Well it looks like they've turned the Wormy Dog into a spaceship
And I'm leavin' just as soon as I finish ten beers.
- Cause you see, I'm a di - - nosaur,
I should've died out a lo - - ng time before.
Have pity on a di - - nosaur.
Just give me my hat, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door?
Just give us our hats, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door? -
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