Deirdre Flint - I Miss the 70s lyrics

These days teens are all so tasteful cla**ic understated bland We lock up our yearbooks 'cause you young folks would not understand Why we'd use Sun-in on our hair by evening it would look like hell Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still feathered well I'd be lost without my email still I miss a simpler time When UHF was cutting-edge, the days when there was no rewind I miss the latch-hook rugs, the Dr. Sholl's the gold lame I miss the days when we all thought Rod Stewart was resque Saturday nights Mr. Rouarke with Triscuts, Spam and good spray cheese Western culture hit rock bottom man I miss the '70s One spring we planned our vacation June we'd be Grand Canyon-bound On the night before the big day my dad's Coupe Deville broke down They were not to be dissuaded, they set out with iron will Four of us in my mom's Pacer and my folks are married still Patrick Duffy ruled Atlantis, Charlie's girls upheld the law We all prayed we grow up Farrah, we became Kate Jacksons all I miss the days of homeroom mothers with Rise Krispie treats I miss the heady smell of Enjoli and ditto sheets The dark day that teh Dallas Cowboys brought the dolphins to their knees Western Culture who needs culture? Man I miss the '70s