Funky 70s Riddles: 50 Seventies Surprises

I’m a disco king with a mirror ball spin, “Stayin’ Alive” was my rhythmic win. From Brooklyn streets, I danced with flair, who am I, with groovy hair?

I’m a platform shoe, with a towering height, in ‘70s discos, I shone so bright. With chunky heels, I strutted the floor, what am I, with a funky roar?

I’m a rock band, with a Led charge, “Stairway to Heaven” set me large. From England’s hills, I ruled the stage, who am I, with a timeless rage?

I’m a Watergate break, in ‘72 I crept, a scandal that left the presidency swept. With tapes and bugs, I changed the game, what am I, with a political flame?

I’m a funky bassline, with a disco beat, “Superstition” made my groove complete. From Detroit’s soul, I lit the night, who am I, with a soulful fight?

I’m a punk rock shout, with a safety pin gleam, in ‘76, I shattered the dream. From London’s streets, I raged with might, who am I, in black and white?

I’m a space handshake, in ‘75 I met, U.S. and Soviet flags were set. In orbit high, I joined the race, what am I, with a peaceful trace?

I’m a TV cop, with a badge so tough, in ‘73, I chased the rough. With a ‘74 Dodge Monaco, I sped, what am I, with justice fed?

I’m a disco anthem, with a Bee Gees’ hum, in ‘77, my fever did come. With John Travolta, I ruled the dance, what am I, with a funky chance?

I’m a bell-bottom pant, with a wide-leg flow, in ‘70s style, I stole the show. Worn with flares, I danced with glee, what am I, so wild and free?

I’m a rock legend, with a Zeppelin flight, in ‘71, my solo took height. “Stairway” co-writer, I strummed with flair, who am I, with a golden hair?

I’m a video game, with a pong-like ping, in ‘72, my playthings took wing. With paddles and balls, I started the craze, what am I, in arcade days?

I’m a soul singer, with a silky tone, “Let’s Stay Together” was my throne. From Memphis roots, I ruled the charts, who am I, with a loving heart?

I’m a TV sitcom, with a laugh track cheer, in ‘71, I shifted the gear. With Archie’s views, I sparked debate, what am I, with a family’s fate?

I’m a space station, with a Soviet start, in ‘71, I fell apart. With cosmonauts lost, I burned in flight, what am I, in cosmic night?

I’m a punk singer, with a snarl so raw, in ‘77, I broke the law. “God Save the Queen” was my attack, who am I, with a rebel’s knack?

I’m a roller disco, with a skating glide, in ‘73, I took in stride. With funky beats, I rolled the floor, what am I, with a dance to adore?

I’m a rock band, with a Fleetwood sound, in ‘77, my hits were found. “Go Your Own Way” was my tune, who am I, beneath the moon?

I’m a TV movie, with a shark’s bite, in ‘75, I caused a fright. With a Jaws theme, I ruled the sea, what am I, with terror’s glee?

I’m a funk legend, with a bass so deep, “Sex Machine” made my rhythm leap. From Georgia’s soul, I grooved the land, who am I, with a funky band?

I’m a roller coaster, with a wooden thrill, in ‘75, I climbed the hill. At Six Flags, I dropped with speed, what am I, with a daring deed?

I’m a rock trio, with a Rush of sound, in ‘74, my prog was found. With Geddy Lee, I played with might, who am I, in the spotlight?

I’m a TV icon, with a golden girl, in ‘78, my laughs did swirl. With Betty and Bea, I ruled the screen, who am I, with a comedy queen?

I’m a space probe, with a Viking’s quest, in ‘76, I explored the crest. On a red planet, I sent my view, what am I, with a Martian clue?

I’m a rock album, with a dark pink hue, in ‘73, my sound broke through. With “Money” and “Time,” I flew so high, what am I, under the sky?

I’m a TV cop, with a blondish hue, in ‘75, I chased the crew. With a partner named Hutch, I rode with pride, who am I, on the wild side?

I’m a soul group, with a Jackson beat, in ‘70, my dance was sweet. With Michael’s moves, I stole the show, who am I, with a funky glow?

I’m a film star, with a Godfather role, in ‘72, I stole the soul. With a horse’s head, I made my mark, who am I, in the dark?

I’m a punk zine, with a snide remark, in ‘76, I lit the dark. With the Pistols’ rise, I spread the word, what am I, by rebels heard?

I’m a rock singer, with a Queenly crown, in ‘75, my voice came down. “Bohemian Rhapsody” was my art, who am I, with a beating heart?

I’m a TV show, with a laugh so loud, in ‘71, I drew a crowd. With a green army, I marched with cheer, what am I, year after year?

I’m a rock band, with a Who’s next move, in ‘71, my album proved. “Baba O’Riley” was my call, who am I, standing tall?

I’m a disco diva, with a voice so high, in ‘78, my star touched the sky. “I Will Survive” was my fight song, who am I, with a dance so strong?

I’m a sci-fi epic, with a force so grand, in ‘77, I swept the land. With a lightsaber, I fought the dark, what am I, with a stellar spark?

I’m a rock singer, with a Bowie flair, in ‘72, my alien stare. “Starman” was my cosmic tune, who am I, beneath the moon?

I’m a TV host, with a price so right, in ‘75, I lit the night. With a wheel of chance, I spun with glee, who am I, on TV?

I’m a rock band, with a Pink sound, in ‘73, my wall was found. With a teacher’s brick, I built my art, who am I, with a broken heart?

I’m a TV drama, with a hospital beat, in ‘72, my stories were sweet. With Hawkeye’s wit, I healed the war, what am I, with a laugh and more?

I’m a rock singer, with a heart so wild, in ‘79, my tragedy styled. With a plane crash, I left the scene, who am I, with a rock machine?

I’m a TV movie, with a shark’s return, in ‘78, my sequel burned. With a bigger bite, I ruled the sea, what am I, with a Jaws decree?

I’m a rock band, with a Boston sound, in ‘76, my rock was found. “More Than a Feeling” was my call, who am I, standing tall?

I’m a TV show, with a knight so bright, in ‘79, I rode at night. With a talking car, I saved the day, what am I, in a heroic play?

I’m a rock singer, with a Thin Lizzy tune, in ‘76, my boys came soon. “The Boys Are Back in Town” was my cry, who am I, beneath the sky?

I’m a TV icon, with a laugh so sly, in ‘71, I ruled the sky. With a green friend, I made it big, who am I, with a comic gig?

I’m a rock album, with a Zeppelin peak, in ‘75, my sound was bleak. “Kashmir” was my eastern call, what am I, with a mighty fall?

I’m a TV movie, with a witch’s brew, in ‘78, my magic grew. With Samantha’s nose, I cast a spell, what am I, with a funny yell?

I’m a rock band, with a Doobie flow, in ‘78, my minute did grow. “What a Fool Believes” was my tune, who am I, beneath the moon?

I’m a TV show, with a cosmic quest, in ‘77, I was the best. With a ragtag crew, I flew the stars, what am I, with galactic scars?

I’m a rock singer, with a Sweet retreat, in ‘73, my glitter was neat. “Ballroom Blitz” was my rocking call, who am I, with a glam downfall?

I’m a TV icon, with a laugh so fine, in ‘74, I drew the line. With a golden hair, I ruled the set, who am I, with a comic bet?