Hey man them ain't high heeled 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 makin' love to your drummer
Well gay guitar-pickers don't turn the Rock on
And we don't all get into Donna Summer
Do you happen to know any old Hank Williams songs?
'Cause you see Rock's a dinosaur
The Rock should've died a long time before
Have pity on a dinosaur hand the Rock his hat
Excuse Rock man, but where's the door?
Used to be The Rock had a lotta fun in this old hangout
We'd get stoned at the jukebox and stay outta fights
Now and then we'd light a little smoke in the truck out back
Aww, then a little old Jim Beam and we'd get right
And you know these flashing lights sure make Rock dizzy
And this disco's very strange to Rock's ears
It looks like they've turned the longhorn into a spaceship
And The Rock'll be leavin' just as soon as he finish his beer
'Cause you see Rock's a dinosaur
Should've died a long time before
There's a whole lotta dinosaurs
Give us our hats, excuse Rock man, but where's the door?
Get us our hats, excuse Rock man, where's the door?
