[INTRO ] D G Hey man, them ain't high-heeled sneakers D G And they sure don't look like cowboys boots D G And that ain't rock 'n' roll that you're playin'... E A It sure ain't country, rhythm, or blues. G A D 4 D Well you sang a song about makin' love to your drummer. G A D 4 D Those gay guitar pickers don't turn me on. G A D 4 D And we don't all get in to Donna Summers, E A Would you happen to know any old Hank Williams songs? G A D D/C# D/B - 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. G A D Just give me my hat, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door? - - REPEAT INTO - D G It used to be, we had alot of fun in this old hangout. D G We'd get stoned by the jukebox and stay outta fights. D G Yeah, and now and then we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back. A D Aw, a little of bit of ole Jim Beam and we'd get right. G A D 4 D But these flashin' lights sure make me dizzy, G A D 4 D And this disco's very strange to my ears. G A D 4 D Well it looks like they've turned the Wormy Dog into a spaceship E A And I'm leavin' just as soon as I finish ten beers. G A D D/C# D/B - 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. G A D Just give me my hat, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door? G A G A D Just give us our hats, excuse me, ma'am but, where's the door? - - REPEAT INTRO -
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