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Hey man, them ain't high heeled sneakers

And they sure don't look like cowboy boots

And that ain't rock and roll you're playing

And it sure ain't country or rythm and blues

You're singing a song about making love to your drummer

Well gay guitar pickers don't turn me on

We don't all get into

Donna Summer

Do you happen to know any old Hank Williams songs

'Cos you see I'm a dinosaur

I should have died out a long time before

Have pity on a dinosaur hand me my hat

Excuse me man but where's the door

It used to be, I had a lotta fun in this old hangout

We'd get stoned at the jukebox and stay outta 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 ear

It looks like they've turned the longhorn into a spaceship

And I'll be leaving just as soon as I finish this beer

'Cos you see I'm a dinosaur should have died out a long time before

There's a whole lotta dinosaurs give us our hats

Excuse me man but where's the door

Get us our hats excuse me man where's the door

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