When you're scoring with a chick in a disco bar,
Take her home in your hairy little car,
Then you find you went to school with her ma and pa,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
When you won't look in the mirror in the light of day,
Swear you've dyed it when your hair turns grey,
When you zip up your trousers and your belly's in the way,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
Here you come and there you go,
White wheels, spots, and a stereo,
But the engine is shot and the driver is too,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
The barber takes a little less time each week,
The kids don't understand a word you speak,
When you walk into a disco and they offer you a seat,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
You prefer a pint of shandy to Bacardi and Coke,
The sounds are too loud, there's too much smoke,
You'd like another dance, but you're afraid you'll get a stroke,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
Here you come with your chest all bare,
A little gold ingot and a lot of gold hair,
Like the disco king meets Yogi Bear,
You're the oldest tecchie in town.
When you're feeling as stiff as a skinhead's boot,
Rub on Vick's where you used to splash Brut,
And the latest punk fashion is your wedding suit,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
When you have to go shopping for your sex appeal,
Travolta's shades and nine inch heels,
They say a man is just as old as the woman he feels,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
Here you come with your lips closed tight,
You never smile, you know it wouldn't look right,
Cause your dentures glow in ultraviolet light,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
And you look so mean,
Cause your pants is too tight,
You're the oldest techhie in town.
And it takes you all night,
To do what you used to do all night,
You're the oldest techhie in town.