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?