Words and Music by Randal Walker
Copyright 1997 - Beyond The Asphalt Music (BMI) Vocals by Randal Walker
Looks like she's LEAVE-'in IT TO BEAVER,
MAKE-'in ROOM FOR DADDY now.
I LOVE LUCY, but she don't love me;
I'll make it through, somehow.
There's been a BRADY BUNCH of somethin' wrong;
If FATHER KNOWS BEST, I fail.
She's packin' up LASSIE with MY THREE SONS,
And our GREEN ACRE's up for sale.
We're just a coupla baby boomers;
A generation LOST IN SPACE.
TV dinners and TV Guides,
Paved the way for tv trays.
We put ourselves in debt to buy a tv set;
Our dinette became obsolete.
BEWITCHED from the start, we confused life with art,
'Til our own lives felt incomplete.
CHORUS:
June and Ward made things look easy;
Hell, they were livin' on Easy Street.
Rob loved Laura, and I coulda swore,
Endora still had a thing for Maurice.
They were such HAPPY DAYS-OF OUR LIVES;
We let them slip away, somehow.
If love could just be the way it was on tv,
She wouldn't be leavin' me now.
So MARCUS WELBY-low the average,
On Mr. Nielsen's rating scale.
DR. KILDARE can't cure this FAMILY AFFAIR;
Our LOVE BOAT simply won't set sail.
It's LOVE AMERICAN STYLE; don't you touch that dial;
GOMER PYLE chose the single life.
He'd simply take in a movie with Miss LuAnn Puvy,
But he never made the woman his wife.