I’m stuck in an era 
I can’t get out of
I’ve tried several times 
nothing’s turned me on 

the dancing lacks grace 
the painting’s a mess 
and the sex is nothing 
to write home about

what’s up with the kids
they want to grow up 
when exactly did it all
go south

all this shooting 
with predictable faces
it’s like they’ve never 
heard of love

time machine’s broken 
but you’re welcome to try it
my records are 1972
so’s my diet

my clothes go back 
to the nineteen twenties 
my attitude’s straight from
the twenty-third century