INTRO 
 
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Hey man, them ain't high-heeled sneakers 
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And they sure don't look like cowboys boots 
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And that ain't rock 'n' roll that you're playin'... 
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It sure ain't country, rhythm , or blues. 
 

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Well you sang a song about makin' love to your drummer. 
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Those gay guitar pickers don't turn me on. 
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And we don't all get in to Donna Summers, 
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Would you happen to know any old Hank Williams songs? 
 

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- Cause you see, I'm a di - - nosaur, 
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I should've died out a lo - - ng time before. 
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Have pity on a di - - nosaur. 
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Just give me my hat, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door? - 
 
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It used to be, we had alot of fun in this old hangout. 
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We'd get stoned by the jukebox and stay outta fights. 
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Yeah, and now and then we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back. 
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Aw, a little of bit of ole Jim Beam and we'd get right. 
 

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But these flashin' lights sure make me dizzy, 
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And this disco's very strange to my ears. 
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Well it looks like they've turned the Wormy Dog into a spaceship 
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And I'm leavin' just as soon as I finish ten beers. 
 

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- Cause you see, I'm a di - - nosaur, 
             A          G         A     D  D/C#  D/B 
I should've died out a lo - - ng time before. 
      A        G    A    D  D/C#  D/B 
Have pity on a di - - nosaur. 
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Just give me my hat, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door?  
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Just give us our hats, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door? - 
 
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