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?