"SeventyNine"
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SeventyNine

Words and Music: Todd Staudinger, Chris Tocco

Playing fooseball in the gameroom til nine,
Firebirds looked cool back in SeventyNine
I was wild but my Dad wouldnt have it
Mark the bottles in the liquor cabinet

SeventyNine, SeventyNine, back in 1979
SeventyNine, SeventyNine, back in 1979

Cheap Trick and Kiss on the radio
I met her roller skating after the show
Hanging out in our designer jeans
So tight and tortured at the seams.

SeventyNine, SeventyNine, back in 1979
SeventyNine, SeventyNine, back in 1979

My parents went away for a week,
I couldnt dance and I could barely speak
My best friend got sick in the yard
And someone crashed into my Mothers car.

Sometimes I start to feel really old,
When I think back to when the Cowboys lost the Super Bowl
Now my hair is going and my Wife is a nag,
Im buried in bills and my life is a drag

SeventyNine, SeventyNine, back in 1979
SeventyNine, SeventyNine, back in 1979
SeventyNine, SeventyNine
We were fourteen back SeventyNine