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