Lyrics

I don't need a GPS to know just where you are
Hangin' with your buddies bellied up to your home bar
Howlin' in your mancave like you just designed the wheel
What's the deal?

CHORUS
When did you turn into a Caveman
A knuckle draggin' overgrown Bam Bam
A prehistoric Cro-Magnon Stone Age fool
Ugga Ugga Ug
Go swing your club
I don't give a damn
Never thought I'd live with a Caveman

You got a couch with fins & tailights made from the back of a Coupe de Ville
Girly posters on the wall and a freakin' hot dog grill
You can huddle round the flatscreen like a pack of troglodytes
I'm goin' out tonight

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
Y'all can have your fun in that room
But my friends and I can raise hell too
Yabba Dabba Do I look like Wilma to you?
Caveman
Caveman

Ugga Ugga Ug
Go on and swing your club
See if I give a damn
Never thought I'd like with a Caveman

Ugga Ugga Ug
Go on and swing your club
See if I give a damn
Never thought I'd like with a Caveman

Caveman


© Devra Olano /Susie Slosberg