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.

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

[Chorus]
                       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? -

[Verse 2]
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.

[Pre-Chorus]
             G             A            D    D
But these flashin' lights sure make me dizzy,
            G            A            D    D
And this disco's very strange to my ears.
          G                             A                   D    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.

[Chorus]
                       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?