Hey man them ain't high heeled sneakers
And they sure don't look like cowboy boots
And that ain't rock and roll your playin
And it sure ain't country or rhythm and blues
Your singing a song about making love to your drummer
Well gay guitar pickers don't turn me on
And we don't all get in to donna summers
Do you happen to know any old Hank Williams songs!
Cause you see I'm a di nosaur
I should have died out a long time before
Have Pitty on a di nosaur
Hand me my hat excuse me maam, but where's the door!
Used to be I had a lot of fun in the old hangout
We'd get stoned at the jukebox to stay out of fights
Now and then we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back!
And a little old Jim Beam and we'd get right.
And you know these flashing lights sure make me dizzy
And this disco's very strange to my ears
Look's like they turned the longhorn into a spaceship
And I'll be leaving just a soon as I finish this beer
Give us our hats
Excuse me maam
Where's the door!