I was born in days of yore
A dinosaur is what I am
Kids these days, new-fangled ways
Oh, no thank you, ma'am
Pen and paper, so much better
I don't text, I write letters
When it's time to get away
I get my maps from the AAA
This century is hard for me
I'm just too old-fashioned
I'm just too old-fashioned
My friend Ron sat next to me
He had a drink in his hand
I said Ron, What's that drink
He said, Paul, understand
Take a little bit of whiskey
Add sugar, bitters, orange, water
I said, Ron, what's that called
And he said, Paul, it's called an Old Fashioned
It's called an Old Fashioned
It was my destiny
This drink right next to me
I said, Hey bartender
Whose name I could not remember
I'll have what Ron's drinkin'
And that got me thinkin'
Ron had one, and I had one
Well, that makes two Old Fashioneds
That makes two Old Fashioneds
Other side of me, she sat next to me
She had a flip phone in her hand
I said, Groovy, she said, Truly
You're my kind of man
I'll have one too, no, make it two
Let's make it a double double
Let's get away and AAA
Will save us all the trouble
Dinosaur is what we are
We're just two old fashioneds
We're just two old fashioneds
Let's mix like two old fashioneds