Dinosaur

Hey, man, them ain't high heel sneakers
And they sure don't look like cowboy boots
And that ain't rock 'n' roll you're playing
And it sure ain't country or rhythm and blues

You're singing a song 'bout making love to your drummer
Well, gay guitar pickers don't turn me on
And we don't all get into Donna Summer
Do you happen to know any ol' Hank Williams songs?

'Cause you see I'm a dinosaur
I shoulda died off a long time before
Have pity on a dinosaur
Gimme my hat, 'scuse me man,
But where's the door?

It used to be I had a lot of fun in this old hang-out
We'd get stoned at the jukebox and stay out of fights
Now and then, we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back
Oh, then 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
It looks like they've turned the Longhorn into a spaceship
And I'll be leaving just as soon as I finish this beer

'Cause you see I'm a dinosaur
I shoulda died off a long time before
There's a whola lotta dinosaurs
Give us our hats, 'scuse me man,
But where's the door?
Get us our hats, 'scuse me man,
But where's the door?