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
Hoo! Ha!

[Verse 3]
To your patent
To the universe that you created
To your prescription for the million vials of 1880
We are so glad we don’t hear you anymore
We're tired of losing all your steam-fashioned wars

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

Hoo! Ha!

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
1870s

Hoo! Ha!
Hoo! Ha!
(Backwards message!)
Hoo! Ha!