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Hey man them ain't high heel 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 |
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You're singin' 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 into |
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Donna Summer |
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Do you happen to know any old |
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Hank Williams |
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songs |
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'Cause you see I'm a dinosaur |
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I should have died out a long time before |
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Have pity on a dinosaur |
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Hand me my hat, excuse me man, but where's the door |
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It used to be, I had a lot of fun in this old hang-out |
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We'd get stoned at the jukebox and stay out of fights |
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Now and then, we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back (Aww) |
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Then a little old |
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Jim Beam |
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and we'd get right |
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And you know these flashin' lights sure make me dizzy |
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And this disco's very strange to my ears |
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It looks like they've turned the Longhorn into a spaceship |
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And I'll be leavin' just as soon as I finish this beer |
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'Cause you see I'm a dinosaur |
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Should have died out a long time before |
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There's a whole lot of dinosaurs |
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So give us our hats, excuse me man, but where's the door |
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Get us our hats, excuse me man, but where's the door |
