Debbie just
hit the wall
She never had it all
One Prozac a day
Husband's a CPA
Her dreams went
out the door
When she turned
twenty-four
Only been
with one man
What happened
to her plan?
She was gonna
be an actress
She was gonna
be a star
She was gonna
shake her ass
On the hood of
White Snake's car
Her yellow SUV
is now the enemy
Looks at her
average life
And nothing
has been alright
Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2
and Blondie
And music still
on MTV
Her two kids
in high school
They tell her that
she's uncool
But she's still
preoccupied with
nineteen, nineteen
nineteen-eighty-five
Nineteen-eighty-five
She's seen
all the classics
She knows every line
Breakfast Club,
Pretty in Pink
Even Saint
Elmo's Fire
She rocked
out to Wham
Not a big
Limp Biscuit fan
Thought she'd
get a hand
On a member
of Duran Duran
Where's the mini-skirt
made of snake skin?
And who's the
other guy singing
in Van Halen?
When did reality
become TV?
What ever happened to
sitcoms, game shows?
Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2
and Blondie
And music still
on MTV
Her two kids
in high school
They tell her that
she's uncool
But she's still
preoccupied with
nineteen, nineteen
nineteen-eighty-five
She hates time
Make it stop
When did Motley Crue
become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy
become an actor?
Please make it stop
Stop stop
And bring back
Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2
and Blondie
And music still
on MTV
Her two kids
in high school
They tell her that
she's uncool
But she's still
preoccupied with
nineteen-eighty-five
Springstein, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2
and Blondie
And music still
on MTV
Her two kids
in high school
They tell her that
she's uncool
But she's still
preoccupied with
nineteen, nineteen
nineteen-eighty-five