Fifty-five jukebox, sock-hop night Moonlit dances feel so right “Baby, baby,” sweet and true Three chords, love, and shiny shoes Sixty-five, the bands got bold Peace and love, or so we’re told Yeah-yeah-yeah and hair got long Still a smile in every song Seventy-five, the groove rolls in Bell-bottoms wide, that disco spin Funky bass and mirror balls Good times echo off the walls Eighty-five, now this is gold Big ol’ hooks and hearts on hold Synths and drums, neon skies Best decade—no debate, no lies Ninety-five, things get confused Moody songs and angry views Still some gems, but cracks appear Less “let’s dance,” more “what’s the fear?” Two-thousands roll, uh-oh, my friend Same three topics, start to blend Too much noise, not much tune Bring back the love—and bring it soon Twenty-ten, the songs get slick Digital beats, but hearts feel quick Some bright hits, but few will last Can’t match the classics of the past Twenty-twenty, the charts are loud All streaming now, lost the crowd Few melodies stick or shine Bring back the magic, line by line Sha-na-na, take me back in time When music made you feel just fine Less bad news, more harmony Sha-na-na, sing it sweet with me Sha-na-na, take me back in time When music made you feel just fine Less violence, more harmony Sha-na-na, sing it sweet with me Sha-na-na, take me back in time When music made you feel just fine Less drugs less sex, more harmony Sha-na-na, sing it sweet with me © 2026 @Uracil Do not copy or repost without permission.
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