Testo Dinosaur Corbin/Hanner

Dinosaur

words & music by Bob Corbin

pub. by Sabal Music, Inc.(ASCAP)

Hey man, them ain't high heel sneakers

And they sure don't look like dancin' shoes

And that ain't rock 'n roll you're playin'

And it sure don't sound like rythmn and blues

You sing a song about makin' love to your sister

Well I think I'd rather hear Johnny B. Goode

And what's that stuff you've got on your face Mister

Is there something I don't know that I should

And I guess I'm a

(Chorus)

Dinosaur

Should've died out a long time before

Have pity on a dinosaur

Hand me my hat, excuse me M'amBbut where's the door

Used to be, I had a lot of fun in the city

I listened to the jukebox and tried to stay out of fights

And now and then a sweet young girl in a red dress

All gussied up, man what a sight....and you know that

Flashing lights sure make me dizzy

And the music's very strange to my ear

It looks like they turned Smokey Joe's into a spaceship

I'll be leaving just as soon as I finish my beer

And I must be a

(Repeat chorus)

I had a dream, they put me in a museum

Right up beside the dinosaurs

And at my feet lay the fender of my old Chevy

And it read Missing Link....1964

And I must be a

(Repeat chorus)