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
Solo
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