Oh, baby, you don't get turned on by the radio
Oh, baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo
"Why don't the Beatles get back together?"
"Why don't nobody sing of romance?"
Oh, baby, all you wanna do is dance

Oh, baby, I think you are lost in the seventies
Oh, baby, "The music she ain't what she used to be"
You don't understand what they're saying
You've given it every chance
Oh, baby, all you wanna do is dance

Well, you wish you were back in the good old days
When tomatoes were cheaper
And you never heard the words of your favorite songs
Through a three inch speaker
And you never messed around with dangerous drugs
You were all getting sick on beer
And you didn't get any
(Unless you went steady and made out for a year)

Well, you can hide away honey
In your rock and roll dreams
You can stand by your blue suede shoes
But the party is over
And I'm getting tired of waiting for you

Oh, baby, "Where are the oldies they used to play?"
Oh, baby, you want to crawl back into yesterday
You don't want to deal with the future
You don't want to make any plans
Oh, baby, all you wanna do is dance

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Billy Joel