Ronnie Hock
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Everyday it?s on the screen
Reality crap, you can?t believe
Celebrity status gone amuck

With perfect teeth and perfect hair
Go juke yourself, nobody cares
You can do anything that you want

And I say ---
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I miss those times
When they sang ---
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I miss those times

Go put on your old blue jeans
Stick out your thumb
Go make the scene
And wear a flower in your hair

Get yourself a hippie bus
A tie-dyed shirt, and lose yourself
And leave it all behind


In my rocket 88
Set the year for 1964
And point me toward the moon
And get me off

You can get a body dip
Pump up your head
Inflate your lips
You can buy anything that you want

You could win a celebrity date
With a mindless twit
A nothing blank
Good luck, I?m sure you?ll win

Lyrics Credits: Ronnie Hock
Music Credits: Ronnie Hock
Producer Credits: Denis Smith and Ronnie Hock
Publisher Credits: Neoteny Music
Performance Credits: The Bashers
Label Credits: Bongowanda
Short Song Description:
A wistful lament for a time when people were not so self absorbed and superficial. A time when they were concerned with more important issues than makeup and hair. A rail against today's pop / celebrity culture.
Song Length: 4:13
Primary Genre: Rock-Alternative
Secondary Genre: Pop-Rock
Tempo: Fast (151 - 170)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Conformity
Mood 1: Disconcerted
Mood 2: Annoyed
Language: English
Era: 1960 - 1969