Karaoké 1987 Steel Panther

Appetite for destruction blowing us all away

Poison looking so damned good

I wondered if I was gay

Whitesnake making us bang our heads

In the still of the frickin' night

Coverdale banging

Tawny Kitane

And the world all felt just right

Nineteen eighty-seven

I never wanna leave you

When you told me

I was in my prime

Why didn't I believe you

And the music scene will never be the same

But I didn't realize that things could get this lame

Dokken and Lynch were young and hot

They were warriors in a dream

I couldn't understand the Loudness dude

But man that guy could scream

Ozzy was on the Crazy Train

Biting heads off bats

It was long before the YouTube trolls

And this bullshit SnappyChats

Nineteen eighty-seven you're always gonna be the best

Like fresh Colombian cocaine off a nineteen year old breast

And the kids these days will never understand

What it's like to play an instrument and be in a band

Growing out our hair

Gettin' high with girls

Cranking Scorpions and Priest

Everyone in leather

There never was a doubt

In any of our minds that pretty soon

Dave and Eddie

Were getting back together

Nineteen eighty-seven where did we go astray

Back then the friends we had were real

And we saw 'em every day

And no one once got canceled for

The things that they say

Nineteen eighty-seven will forever be the year

When guys wore more lipstick than girls

And no one seemed to care

And the music that we worshipped will live on

Even after all our heavy metal heroes are gone