| I saw Star Wars at least eight times
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| Had the Pac-Man pattern memorized
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| And I’ve seen the stuff they put inside
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| Stretch Armstrong, yeah
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| I was Roger Stauback in my backyard
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| Had a shoebox full of baseball cards
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| And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
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| On my right arm
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| Well, I was a kid when Elvis died
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| And my mama cried
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| It was 1970- something
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| In the world that I grew up in
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| Farrah Fawcett hair-do days
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| Bell bottoms and 8-track tapes
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| Lookin' back now I can see me
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| And oh, man did I look cheesy
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| But I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin'
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| Oh, it was 1970-something, yeah
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| It was the dawning of a new decade
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| We got our first microwave
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| And Dad broke down and finally shaved
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| Them old sideburns off
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| I took the stickers off of my Rubix Cube
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| Watched MTV all afternoon
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| My first love was Daisy Duke
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| In them cut-off jeans
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| A space shuttle fell out of the sky
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| And the whole world cried
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| It was 1980-something
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| In the world that I grew up in
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| Skating rinks and black Trans Ams
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| Big hair and parachute pants
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| And lookin' back now I can see me
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| And oh, man did I look cheesy
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| I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin'
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| Oh, it was 1980-something
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| Now I got a mortgage and an SUV
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| But all this responsibility
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| Makes me wish (wish) sometimes (sometimes)
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| It was 1980-something
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| In the world that I grew up in
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| Skating rinks and black Trans Ams
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| Big hair and parachute pants
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| And lookin' back now I can see me
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| And oh, man did I look cheesy
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| I wouldn’t trade those days for nothin'
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| Oh, it was 1980-something
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| 1970-something
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| Aw, it was 19-Something |