We hung out with Fallen Angels,
and Way Cool Junior,
In the midst of 1988
That Long Cold Winter cleared up
Those Down Boys were rockin’,
More good times were here, and we just couldn’t wait …
Betrayed by the biggest rock band in the world
(GnR for those who forgot)
They gave us an EP (we asked for an album)
The aptly-titled Lies
Which we still eargerly sought.
’89 was upon us,
Great Radio Controversies lay ahead
But we were still haunted through Eyes of a Stranger
Wondering if “they” were really in our heads
We now had I Remember You,
though Heaven still wasn’t too far away.
And we still had Patience for all of the lovers,
‘Cause Cherry Pie was still a year away …
Sure we had those friends
talking about Slayer’s South of Heaven
(or some such fun)
But we were too busy going ballistic
Headbanging to Metallica’s One
Now it wasn’t the Same Ol Situation,
A new “Doctor” was there (so strange).
To kickstart your heart,
Give a slice of that “pie,”
And to close out with Time for (a) Change.
With big guns a-blaring,
and sweet little sisters,
some youth gone wild debuted on the scene.
With some tales of caution,
of anger and heartache,
And they took away a big piece of me.
Cooper returned with a helping of poison,
Coverdale proved that his Kitten had Claws,
Roses with thorns; Jovi still there for us,
In the music we could never see flaws
Long before emo had cluttered the airwaves,
predating the movement of grunge
Before all your Korns, your Limp Bizkits and Rages,
Your Nirvanas, Soundgardens and Sponge
We rocked with our spendex
Our big hair and our denim,
All the while our moods never plunged
So to Whitesnake and Poison,
And to bands I’ve forgotten,
To Warrent and Tesla and Crue
Thanks for rocking and hairspray
One hell of a summer
Oh … and cheers to you, too.
