Let’s Get Every Kid in a Park

Let’s Get Every Kid in a Park

Here’s the 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 the store, of a man named Brady, who was busy with three boys of his own. They were four men, living all together, yet they were all alone. ‚Til the one day when the lady met this fellow. And they knew it was much more than a hunch, that this group would somehow form a family. That’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch, the Brady Bunch. That’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch. The Brady Bunch!

Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can. Spins a web, any size, catches thieves just like flies, look out! Here comes the Spiderman. Is he strong? Listen bud, he’s got radioactive blood. Can he swing from a thread? Take a look overhead. Hey there, there goes the Spiderman. In the chill of night at the scene of a crime, like a streak of light he arrives just in time! Spiderman, Spiderman, friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Wealth and fame, He’s ignored. Action is his reward. To him, life is a great big bang up. Whenever there’s a hang up, you’ll find the Spiderman!

The world looks mighty good to me, cause Tootsie Rolls are all I see. Whatever it is I think I see, becomes a Tootsie Roll to me! Tootsie Roll how I love your chocolatey chew, Tootsie Roll I think I’m in love with you. Whatever it is I think I see, becomes a Tootsie Roll to me!

Look for the Union Label when you are buying a coat, dress, or blouse. Remember, somewhere our union’s sewing, our wages going to feed the kids, and run the house. We work hard, but who’s complaining. Thanks to the I.L.G. we’re paying our way. So always look for the Union Label. It means we’re able to make it in the U.S.A.!

Overture, curtains, lights. This is it, the night of nights. No more rehearsing and nursing a part, we know every part by heart! Overture, curtains, lights. This is it, you’ll hit the heights. And oh, what heights we’ll hit. On with the show this is it. Tonight what heights we’ll hit, on with the show this is it!

Dance your cares away, worry’s for another day. Let the music play, down at Fraggle Rock! Work you cares away, dancing’s for another day. Let the Fraggles play, We’re Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, Red! Dance your cares away, worry’s for another day. Let the music play, down at Fraggle Rock! Down at Fraggle Rock! Down at Fraggle Rock.

Green Acres is the place to be. Farm livin‘ is the life for me. Land spreadin‘ out so far and wide. Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside. New York is where I’d rather stay. I get allergic smelling hay. I just adore a penthouse view. Darling I love you but give me Park Avenue. The chores! The stores! Fresh air! Times Square! You are my wife. Good bye, city life. Green Acres we are there!

I bet we been together for a million years, And I bet we’ll be together for a million more. Oh, It’s like I started breathing on the night we kissed, and I can’t remember what I ever did before. What would we do baby, without us? What would we do baby, without us? And there ain’t no nothing we can’t love each other through. What would we do baby, without us? Sha la la la.

Boy the way Glen Miller played, songs that made the hit parade. Guys like us we had it made, those were the days. And you knew who you were then, girls were girls and men were men. Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again. Didn’t need no welfare state, everybody pulled his weight. Gee our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days.

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