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Nineteen something

Mark Wills bring back a lot memories with this one...
Saw Star Wars at least eight times Had the Pac-Man pattern memorized And I've seen the stuff they put inside... Stretch Armstrong (yeah) I was Roger Staubach in my backyard Had a shoebox full of baseball cards And a couple of Evil Knievel scars On my right arm. I was a kid when Elvis died And my momma cried... Chorus It was nineteen seventy somethin' And the world that I grew up in Farrah Fawcett hairdo days Bell bottoms and eight track tapes Lookin' back now I can see me Oh man, did I look cheesy But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin' Oh it was nineteen seventy-somethin'. It was the dawning of a new decade We got our first microwave Dad broke down and Finally shaved them old sideburns off I took the stickers off of my Rubik's Cube Watched M-TV all afternoon My first love was Daisy Duke And them cut-off jeans. Space Shuttle fell out of the sky And the whole world cried... It was nineteen eighty-somethin' And the world that I grew up in Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams Big hair and parachute pants And lookin' back now I can see me Oh man, did I look cheesy I wouldn't trade those days for nothin' Oh it was nineteen eighty-somethin'. Now I've got a mortgage and an SUV But all this responsibility... Makes me wish... Sometimes... That it was nineteen eighty-something And the world that I grew up in Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams Big hair and parachute pants And lookin' back now I can see me Oh man, did I look cheesy I wouldn't trade those days for nothin' Oh it was nineteen eighty-something... Nineteen seventy-something... Oh, it was nineteen...somethin'.

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