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?