| In the eighties, I had a radio. |
| I had a real bad haircut |
| And nowhere to go except Aladdin’s Castle and Eckerd Drugs. |
| She had sweat bands, she liked to break dance. |
| She wore a pair of shiny parachute pants. |
| I was geek and she was a superstar. |
| Was it just, was it just, was it just too much to ask? |
| Worlds were in the space between us. |
| I guess I should’ve made a sacrifice |
| Or tried to meet her set of standards. |
| I had a pretty good collection of Masters of the Universe. |
| I had Boba Fett and Greedo and I was pushing seventeen. |
| She had tapes of Chaka Khan and Kenny Loggins, |
| She knew how to backwards skate. |
| She had eyes that looked around for the boys |
| Who I had lately grown to hate. |
| At the time I was working on a novel |
| Just another fruitless side distraction. |
| I sometimes wondered what she would think of that |
| What if I had wowed her with some fiction |
| Over wine and crackers by a lakeside? |
| Would she have just stood back up and moonwalked home? |
| was it just too much to ask? |
| Worlds were in the space between us. |
| I guess I should’ve made a sacrifice |
| Or tried to meet her set of standards. |
| But she didn’t have respect for the Stray Cats, |
| I didn’t have respect for that. |
| Rubik’s Cubes were not my style and they’re still not |
| I was into D&D. |
| Nanananananananananana |
| Solo |
| When I look back upon the eighties |
| I never get pissed off at Ronald Reagan. |
| I never paid attention to him back then. |
| But that chick who wore the parachute pants, |
| The one who broke my heart, the one who broke danced. |
| I just hope that one day we’ll meet again. |
| I’m not sure, I’m not sure, I’m not sure, no I’m not sure. |
| I’m not sure what I would do, |
| I’m not sure if even matters |
| Because I know wherever she is |
| She’s got something stuck up in her ass |
| And the closer to the shore that my ship gets |
| She can only, she can only, she can only eat herself alive |
| Eat herself alive. |
| Nanananananananana |