Back To The 80s Songtext
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Back To The 80s Songtext
Back in the Ronald Reagan days
When we put satellites in space
When boys wore skinny leather ties, whoa
Like Don Johnson from Miami Vice
When M&M was just a snack
And Michael Jackson′s skin was black
Back when the coolest thing in store, whoa
Was a Commodore 64
Back to the '80s, back to soap
Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh
Those were the days and we go
Back to the ′80s and hey there, Mr. T
To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah
Those were the days, I come back
To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah)
Bananarama and Breakfast Club
Come back, yeah, come back, yeah
I come back
When Huey Lewis was the news
When we went flying with Tom Cruise
When shoulder pads and looking tough, whoa
Lost a dare to David Hasselhoff
Too many men with heavy makeup on (hey)
Too many poodles with guitars
Thanks for all the joy you've given us
You will always be our superstars
Back to the '80s, back to soap (back to soap)
Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh
Those were the days and we go
Back to the ′80s and hey there, Mr. T
To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah
Those were the days, I come back
To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah)
Bananarama and Breakfast Club
Come back, yeah, come back, yeah
I come back
Hooray for Cosby and Rubik′s Cube
Hooray for Dynasty and moon boots
Hooray for Devo and barber curls
Hooray for Poltergeist and Barbie girls (girls, girls, girls)
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Back to the '80s (we love the ′80s), back to soap (we love it all)
Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh
Those were the days (let's go back)
Back to the ′80s (oh, there it goes), to Mr. T (yeah)
To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah
Those were the days, I come back
To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah)
Bananarama and Breakfast Club
Come back, yeah, come back, yeah
Let's go back to the ′80s (7-Up, we love it all)
All the stars still standing tall
Let's go back to the '80s, back to the ′80s
Back to the ′80s (7-Up, we love it all)
All the stars still standing tall
Let's go back to the ′80s, back to the '80s...
When we put satellites in space
When boys wore skinny leather ties, whoa
Like Don Johnson from Miami Vice
When M&M was just a snack
And Michael Jackson′s skin was black
Back when the coolest thing in store, whoa
Was a Commodore 64
Back to the '80s, back to soap
Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh
Those were the days and we go
Back to the ′80s and hey there, Mr. T
To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah
Those were the days, I come back
To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah)
Bananarama and Breakfast Club
Come back, yeah, come back, yeah
I come back
When Huey Lewis was the news
When we went flying with Tom Cruise
When shoulder pads and looking tough, whoa
Lost a dare to David Hasselhoff
Too many men with heavy makeup on (hey)
Too many poodles with guitars
Thanks for all the joy you've given us
You will always be our superstars
Back to the '80s, back to soap (back to soap)
Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh
Those were the days and we go
Back to the ′80s and hey there, Mr. T
To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah
Those were the days, I come back
To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah)
Bananarama and Breakfast Club
Come back, yeah, come back, yeah
I come back
Hooray for Cosby and Rubik′s Cube
Hooray for Dynasty and moon boots
Hooray for Devo and barber curls
Hooray for Poltergeist and Barbie girls (girls, girls, girls)
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Back to the '80s (we love the ′80s), back to soap (we love it all)
Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh
Those were the days (let's go back)
Back to the ′80s (oh, there it goes), to Mr. T (yeah)
To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah
Those were the days, I come back
To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah)
Bananarama and Breakfast Club
Come back, yeah, come back, yeah
Let's go back to the ′80s (7-Up, we love it all)
All the stars still standing tall
Let's go back to the '80s, back to the ′80s
Back to the ′80s (7-Up, we love it all)
All the stars still standing tall
Let's go back to the ′80s, back to the '80s...
Writer(s): Soren Rasted, Claus Norreen, Peter Duering, Nicolaj Rasted, Thomas Harlou Troelsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com