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