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Bowling for Soup - 1985 lyrics
Woohoohoo Woohoohoo Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all One Prozac a day, husband's a CPA Her dreams went out the door When she turned twenty-four Only been with one man What happened to her plan She was gonna be an actress She was gonna be a star She was gonna shake her ass On the hood of White Snake's car Her yellow SUV is now the enemy Looks at her average life And nothing has been alright Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she's uncool Cause she's still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 Woohoohoo (1985) Woohoohoo She's seen all the classics, she knows every line 'Breakfast Club', 'Pretty in Pink' Even 'St. Elmo's Fire' She rocked out to Wham! Not a big Limp Bizkit fan Thought she'd get a hand On a member of Duran Duran Where's the mini-skirt made of snake skin And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen When did reality become TV Whatever happened to sitcoms, game shows On the radio was Springsteen, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she's uncool Cause she's still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 Woohoohoo She hates time, make it stop When did Motley Crue become classic rock And when did Ozzy become an actor Please make this stop, stop Stop, and bring back Springsteen, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she's uncool Cause she's still preoccupied With 1985 Springsteen, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2 and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids in high school They tell her that she’s uncool Cause she's still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 |
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