Lyrics

[Verse 1: 50s Doo-Wop Nostalgia]
Well, I put on my saddle shoes, slick back my hair,
I was humming “Sh-Boom” but then I felt a 60s flare.
My heart went “doo-wop” but my mind took a spin,
‘Cause next thing you know, I’m in a psychedelic dream within.

[Chorus: Time-Traveling Confession]
I couldn’t pick one groove, so here’s the catch:
I’m smooshing five decades into one big batch!
From sock hops to flannel, I’m having a ball,
I couldn’t choose a style, so I’m doing them all!

[Verse 2: 60s & 70s Mashup]
I grabbed my tie-dye shirt, hopped in a VW van,
Then disco lights flashed when I heard Donna Summer jam.
I tried peace signs and platform shoes,
Then spun into a mirror ball groove.

[Chorus: Time-Traveling Confession]
I couldn’t pick one groove, so here’s the catch:
I’m smooshing five decades into one big batch!
From sock hops to flannel, I’m having a ball,
I couldn’t choose a style, so I’m doing them all!

[Bridge: 80s Synth-Rock Explosion]
Synth arpeggios screech, I’m in neon-lit haze,
Big hair, leather jackets—I’m lost in the craze.
Gritty guitar riffs like a ’90s grunge tide,
Mixing “Smells Like” with Pac-Man, there’s nowhere to hide.

[Chorus: Time-Traveling Confession]
I couldn’t pick one groove, so here’s the catch:
I’m smooshing five decades into one big batch!
From sock hops to flannel, I’m having a ball,
I couldn’t choose a style, so I’m doing them all!

[Outro: All-Decade Finale]
Fifties footstomps, sixties sit-ins,
Seventies shimmies, eighties neon wins,
Nineties angst in every fall—
I couldn’t choose one style, so I’m doing them all!