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)