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
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 a**
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