Dinosaur

Hey man, them ain't high heel sneakers And they sure don't look like cowboy boots And that ain't rock and roll you're playin' And it sure ain't country or rhythm and blues You're singin' a song about 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 old Hank Williams' songs? 'Cause you see I'm a dinosaur I should've died out a long time before Have pity on a dinosaur Hand me my hat, excuse me, man, but where's the door? 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 Ah, then a little old Jim Beam, and we'd get right And you know these flashin' 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 leavin' just as soon as I finish this beer 'Cause you see I'm a dinosaur Should've died out a long time before There's a whole lot of dinosaurs So give us our hats and excuse me, man, but where's the door? Get us our hats, 'scuse me, man, where's the door?