(Who was, who was, who was, who was, who was, who was
Who was, I don't know)

(spoken intro)
You know I saw Conway Twitty walking down
The streets of Nashville the other day
I thought to myself, "Well, sh*t the bed, there goes
Conway Twitty."

If the Fifties were so great
Why did the Sixties have to set the world straight?
If Elvis and Buddy and Jerry Lee were really so cool
Then why is just one out of three still livin'
If that's livin'

With oxford shirts and khaki pants
3D movies about giant ants
The music and media make me scream
When they make the Fifties seem like some kind of dream

Brillcream, Wildroot, and bobby sox
Measles and mumps, polio, and chicken pox
With fins on cars as big as tanks
We saved the world and got no thanks
It's easy to forget now how it was
I'm glad it's not the Fifties now because
Oh baby, the Fifties suck, oh yes they suck
They really suck the big one
The Fifties suck
They really suck the big one
You do, too

If James Dean really was such a superstar
You'd think that he'd have taught himself to drive a
Car
With Krushchev getting in our face
McCarthy and the big arms race
It's easy to forget now how it was
I'm glad it's not the Fifties now because

Oh baby, the Fifties suck, oh yes they suck
They really suck the big one
The Fifties suck
They really suck the big one
The Fifties suck, oh yes
They really suck the big one
You do, too