They don't make 'em like Squier
They don't make 'em like Kip
Gonna find a live wire
His hand around my hip

Yeah, you boys are somethin' sweet
From northwest to southeast
But I can see what's missing
That vital thing I need

Gimme that '86
Classic mix
Rock n' roll flavor
That long hair,
Shirt barely there,
Leather-clad lover
The edge in his voice
'Lectric strings of choice
Metal man rockin' me right
Until we light the night!

They don't make 'em like Rod
They don't make 'em like Steven
I'm trapped in the age of odd
But man, if I keep believin'...

Mhm, you boys can pack the heat
From northwest to southeast
But all alone I'm wishing--
Go ahead and call it greed

Gimme that '86
Classic mix
Rock n' roll flavor
That long hair,
Shirt barely there,
Leather-clad lover
The edge in his voice
'Lectric strings of choice
Metal man rockin' me right
Until we light the night!

© Jaz Rogers