He wears a black leather jacket and old lean vise
Every day he plays his old 45s
He's got long sideburns and a pompadour
He's still in the 50s, this dinosaur
He wants a lot to do,
opting out of modern rhythms
A big bop,
a ballad,
a touch of white and essence
With a one-track mind and a nostalgic
cheer The jukebox jockey from the 80s
He's a rock and roll reggae,
and his breed is rare
He's a-runnin' his thing,
through his thinning hair
He won't face the music,
and he won't relate He's a rock and roll relic,
and he's out of date
He's a rock and roll relic,
and his breed is rare
He's a-runnin' his thing,
through his thinning hair
He won't face the music,
and he won't relate
He's a rock and roll relic,
and he's out of date
He's a rock and roll relic,
and he's out of date
He's a rock and roll relic,
but he sounds great