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