Cherokee

Oh baby, I think you are lost in the seventies. Oh baby, "The music she ain't what she used to be." You don't understand what they're saying, You've given it every chance Oh baby, all you wanna do is dance. Well you wish you were back in the good old days, When tomatoes were cheaper, And you never heard the words of your favorite songs Through a three inch speaker. And you never messed around with dangerous drugs, You were all getting sick on beer- And you didn't get any (unless you went steady and made out for a year). Well you can hide away honey, in your rock and roll dreams, You can stand by your blue suede shoes- But the party is over, And I'm getting tired of waiting for you.