The 90s Called Lyrics by Mae Estes
Well, there’s a jukebox bitching to a neon sign
Going on and on about a sweeter time
Back when gas was cheap and the beer was too
Well, the neon sign said, “I tell you what
I ain’t been feeling like a-lighting up
Man, I miss when cigarettes were cool”
And then the phone started ringing off the landline jack
Said, “The ’90s called, they want their country back”
They want their trucks, they want their style
Then wanna take it on back about a country mile
They want their hats, tight-fitting jeans
They want their boots to scoot and boogie if you know what I mean
Just got a message from a ghost of good times past
The ’90s called, they want their country back
Mm
Well, in a junkyard right about a mile away
The engine roared to life in a Chevrolet
Cranked the windows down and turned up that FM gold
Busted out the gate, said, “Did y’all hear that?
The ’90s called, they want their country back”
They want their trucks, they want their style
Then wanna take it on back about a country mile
They want their hats, tight-fitting jeans
They want their achy breaky hearts to have a song to sing
Just got a message from mullet, said to tell mustache
The ’90s called, they want their country back
Ooh
Well, I guess the word got out apparently
‘Cause look at all of y’all singing along with me
We want their trucks (We want their trucks)
We want their style (We want their style)
We wanna take it on back about a country mile
We want their hats, tight-fitting jeans
We want our boots to scoot and boogie, know y’all know what I mean
Just got a message from the crowd I’m looking at
The ’90s called, they want their country back
Oh, hey
Yeah, they do