Dinosaur
1. Hey man, them ain't high heeled sneakers,
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and they sure
don't look like cowboy boots,
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and that ain't rock and roll you’re playin’,
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and it sure ain't country or rhythm and blues.
Your singing a
song about making love to your drummer,
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well, gay guitar
pickers don't turn me on.
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And we don't all get in to Donna Summers,
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do you happen to
know any old Hank Williams songs!
‘Cause you see I'm a di.……..nosaur,
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I should have died out a long time before
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Have pity on a di……..nosaur,
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hand me my hat,
excuse me ma’am, but where's the door !
2. Used to
be I had a lot of fun in this old hangout,
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we'd get stoned at
the jukebox to stay out of fights.
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Now and then we'd light a little smoke in
the truck out back,
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oh, and a little
old Jim Beam and we'd get right.
And you know these flashing lights sure make me dizzy,
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and this disco's
very strange to my ears.
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It look's like they turned the “Longhorn”
into a spaceship,
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and I'll be
leaving just a soon as I finish this beer.
‘Cause you see I'm a di.……..nosaur,
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I should have died out a long time before.
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There’s a whole lot of di……...nosaurs,
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give us our hats,
excuse me ma’am, but where's the door !
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Give us our hats, excuse me ma’am, but
where's the door !