That was when it happened. I felt my hair grow longer in the back, shorter on the sides. The knees of my jeans ripped and a Members Only tag grew out of my jacket. I knew this was the onset of a bad 80's flashback.
Its the summer of 1988 and over the radio comes "Boom, boom, shakalaka, boom..." A band called Was not Was, through their ingenious lyrical articism, introduced everyone to the Dinosaur dance in Everybody Walk the Dinosaur. A sampling of the eloquence..
It was a night like this forty million years ago
I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey skull to go
The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice
I felt a little tired, so I watched Miami Vice
And Walked the dinosaur, I walked the dinosaur
So now I sit exhausted still trying to eradicate the rhythm from my brain, fearful of the next time the 80s come back to haunt me.