Goodbye 1870's Unextraordinary Gentlemen

Hoo! Ha!
Hoo! Ha!

[Verse 1]
To your patent
To the universe that you created
To your headache
To the shape of the 1880s
I’m glad I don’t hear you any more
I’m tired of fighting in your old-fashioned wars

Hoo! Ha!

[Verse 2]
To the lights
To the lead painting in your homes
Sunday night fear with Rawhead and Bloody Bones (ooh)
I’m glad I don’t hear you any more
I’m tired of fighting in your old-fashioned wars

Hoo! Ha!

[Chorus]
Whoa, whoa
Goodbye, seventies
Whoa, whoa
1870s