Lyrics:

Oh yeah

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
And 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
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

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
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 something