Whatever Happened To...
This is a story 'bout songs once sung,
Short little jingles known by everyone.
So sit right back and read this tale,
Of sitcom songs and the stories they tell.
When Jed Clampett went huntin' for some food,
He found himself some bubblin' crude,
Twas kin folk said he should move away,
To Beverly Hills, Calforn-I-A.
In New York was this city gent,
Other direction was where he went.
Found him land spread far and wide,
Left Manhattan for the countryside.
Hungarian wife Lisa wanted to stay,
She was allergic smelling hay.
She adored her penthouse view,
Times Square and 5th Avenue.
Aboard The Cannonball, that famous train,
Hooterville's Junction's where they came,
The Shady Rest was run by Joe and Kate,
Its water tower was where her daughters bathed.
How 'bout that famous talking horse?
The one who Wilbur owned of course.
Seems he alone heard when Ed said,
Hello...I'm Mr. Ed.
Take 7 castaways, what do you get?
The tale of a ship and a fateful trip.
Five passengers and its fearless crew,
Lost at sea on a three hour cruise.
One family utterly dark and strange,
Had a 7 foot butler who gargled, "You Raaanggg".
Thing, Uncle Fester and Cousin It,
Made Adam's Family the spookiest yet.
Then there's the story of a lovely lady,
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
She met a man, that one named Brady,
Raising three boys in his own little world.
Their show was one that couldn't miss,
With Tiger, Sam and the maid Alice.
Getting together became more than a hunch,
As one big family they formed the Brady Bunch.
Mary was a beauty on the Van Dyke show,
She proved she could make it on her own..
She brought women equality and style,
She turned the world on with her wit and smile.
Archie liked the way Miller played,
Folks liked him and his bigoted way.
Meathead and Gloria never pulled their weight,
And poor old Edith's voice would grate.
Cheers brought laughter and another great tune,
We all knew when Norm came in the room.
Sam and Woody were glad you came,
It was nice to go where they knew your name.
Six Friends together for several years,
Were always stuck in second gear.
With Phoebe, Chandler, Rachel and Ross,
Joey was slow and Monica was boss.
What ever happened to great TV songs,
Those that had us singing along?
Shows aren't what they used to be.
They all seem lost in reality.
Give me good lyrics and a catchy tune,
One we can sing and all drink to.
At a party, bar or any gathering,
The best shows are those with songs we can sing.
Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney
kmm001
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