Fossil Fever Words and music by Jane A. Robinson © 1990I've got the fossil fever, I'm a true believer, I'm a hard‑core Paleo fan. If dust and grime were considered to be time, I'd have a lot of it on my hands. I see those tracks and traces like familiar faces And I love each one I find‑‑ Shells and bones makin' poetry in stones, Well it's enough to blow my mind! Life, where have you been so long? Life. . .where have you been so long? I wanna be where you're gone, yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! I. . .yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! Why are you still goin' strong? Why. . .are you still goin' strong? Time keeps movin' on, yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! Time. . .yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! Don't want books, just keep lookin' at fossils, Don't want fame, just my name on a fossil. Don't want pay, just a day with a fossil, Don't want food, just stay glued to a fossil! I hear that song of ages written on the pages That will never be complete; Ev'rybody's tryin', livin' and a'dyin' To the same primaeval beat. The fossil record's playin' and my mind keeps swayin' To its rocky rhythm and rhyme; My fingers are snappin' and my toes keep tappin' To the Geologic time. Life, what have your creatures made? Life. . .what have your creatures made? I wanna see what you know, yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! I. . .yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! Why haven't your features stayed? Why. . .haven't your features stayed? Time keeps a'movin' on, yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! Time. . .yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! Don't want drink, just keep thinkin' of fossils. Don't want friends, just both ends of a fossil. Don't want love, I just covet a fossil. Don't want much, just want touchin' a fossil! I've got the fossil fever, I'm a true believer, Life. . .where have you I'm a hard‑core Paleo fan. . . .been so long? If dust and grime were considered to be time, I. . .wanna be where you're I'd have a lot of it on my hands. . . .gone, yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! I see those tracks and traces like familiar faces Why. . .are you still And I love each one I find; . . .goin' strong? Shells and bones makin' poetry in stones, Time. . .keeps movin' Well, it's enough to blow my mind! . . .on, yeh‑yeh‑yeh‑yeh! I hear that song of ages written on the pages Don't want drink. . .just keep thinkin' of That will never be complete; fossils. . . Ev'rybody's tryin', livin' and a'dyin' Don't want friends, just both ends of a To the same primaeval beat. . . .fos. . .sil! The fossil record's playin' and my mind keeps swayin' Don't want love. . .I just covet a To its rocky rhythm and rhyme, . . .fossil. . . My fingers are snappin' and my toes keep tappin' Don't want much. . .just want touchin' a To the Geologic time! fos. . .sil!