roger staubach

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I saw Star Wars at least eight times, Had the Packman pattern memorised. And I've seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong, yeah. Oh, I was Roger Staubach in my backyard, Had a shoebox full of baseball cards, And a couple of Evil Knievil scars on my right arm. Well, I was a kid when Elvis died. An' my momma cried: Well, it was nineteen-seventy-something, In the world that I grew up in. Farah Fawcett hair-do 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-something. 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 a-my Rubik's cube. Watched MTV all afternoon. My first love was Daisy Duke in them cut-off jeans. Space shuttle fell out of the sky. And the whole world cried. Well, it was nineteen-eighty-something, In the world that I grew up in. Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams. Big hair and parachute pants. An' 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. Now I got a mortgage and an SUV, But all this responsibility, Makes me wish sometimes: It was nineteen-eighty-something, In the world that I grew up in. Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams. Big hair and parachute pants. An' 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 something.