<Clappy begins singing loudly in his most annoying nasal voice...>
The Brady Bunch
Here's a story,
Of a lovely lady,
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
All of them had hair of gold,
Like their mother --
The youngest one in curls.
Here's a story,
Of a man named Brady,
Who was bringing up three boys of his own.
They were four men,
Living all together,
Yet they were all, alone.
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow,
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group might somehow form a family.
That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch!
The Brady Bunch...
The Brady Bunch...
That's the way we became the Brady Bunch!
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Mr Ed
A horse is a horse
Of course of course
And no one can talk to a horse,
Of course
That is, of course
Unless the horse
Is the famous Mister Ed!
Go right to the source
And ask the horse
He'll give you the answer that you'll endorse
He's always on a steady course
Talk to Mister Ed!
People yakkity-yak a streak
And waste your time of day
But Mister Ed will never speak
Unless he has something to say!
Oh, a horse is a horse
Of course, of course
And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse
You never heard of a talking horse?
Well, listen to this:
". . . I am Mister Ed!"
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Gilligan's Island
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
a tale of a fateful trip,
that started from this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
the Skipper brave and sure,
five passengers set sail that day,
for a three hour tour,
a three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
the Minnow would be lost.
The Minnow would be lost.
The ship aground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
with Gilligan,
the Skipper too.
A millionaire and his wife,
a movie star,
the proffessor and Mary Ann,
here on Gilligan's Isle.
(Ending verse)
So this is the tale of our castaways,
there here for a long long time.
They'll have to make the best of things,
it's an uphill climb.
The first mate and his Skipper too
will do their very best,
to make the others comf'terble
in their tropic island nest.
No phone ,no lights, no motor car,
not a single luxury
like Robinson Crusoe
it's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friends,
you're sure to get a smile,
from seven stranded castaways
here on Gilligan's Isle!
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Archie And Edith Bunker
All in the Family
Those Were The Days (All In The Family Theme)
Boy, the way Glenn Miller played!
Songs that made the Hit Parade.
Guys like us, we had it made.
Those were the days!
And you knew where you were then.
Girls were girls and men were men.
Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again.
Didn't need know welfare state.
Everybody pulled his weight.
Gee, our old LaSalle ran great.
Those were the days! |
