Verse 1:
EA
Hey man them ain't high heeled sneakers
EA
And they sure don't look like cowboy boots
EA
And that ain't rock and roll your playin
F#B
And it sure ain't country or rhythm and blues
Bridge:
ABE
Your singing a song about making love to your drummer
ABE
Well gay guitar pickers don't turn me on
ABE
And we don't all get in to donna summers
F#B
Do you happen to know any old Hank Williams songs!
Chorus: ABE
Cause you see I'm a di... .... nosaur
ABE
I should have died out a long.. time.. before
ABE
Have Pitty on a di.. .... nosaur
F#BE
Hand me my hat excuse me maam, but where's the door!
Verse 2:
EA
Used to be I had a lot of fun in the old hangout
EA
We'd get stoned at the jukebox to stay out of fights
EA
Now and then we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back!
F#B
And a little old Jim Beam and we'd get right.
Bridge:
ABE
And you know these flashing lights sure make me dizzy
ABE
And this disco's very strange to my ears
ABE
Look's like they turned the longhorn into a spaceship
F#B
And I'll be leaving just a soon as I finish this beer
F#
Give us our hats
B
Excuse me maam
E
Where's the door!
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.