Way back when... - FS

Way back when...

Long ago and far away,

In a land that time forgot,

Before the days of Dylan,

Or the dawn of Camelot.

There lived a race of innocents,

And they were you and me,

For Ike was in the White House

In that land where we were born,

Where navels were for oranges,

And Peyton Place was porn.

We longed for love and romance,

And waited for our Prince,

Eddie Fisher married Liz,

And no one's seen him since.

We danced to 'Little Darlin',

And sang to 'Stagger Lee'

And cried for Buddy Holly

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then,

And 3 was one too many,

And only boys wore flat-top cuts,

Except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams

Did we expect to see

A boy named George with Lipstick,

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon,

Annette was oh, so nice,

And when they made a movie,

They never made it twice.

We didn't have a Star Trek Five,

Or Psycho Two and Three,

Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold,

And Chester had a limp,

And Reagan was a Democrat

Whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard,

But not a Mr. T,

And Oprah couldn't talk yet,

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes,

We never thought they'd go,

At least not Bobby Darin,

Or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal,

And life was yet to be,

And Elvis was forever

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never seen the rock band

That was Grateful to be Dead,

And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson,

And Zeppelins were not Led

And Beatles lived in gardens then,

And Monkees lived in trees,

Madonna was Mary

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never heard of microwaves,

Or telephones in cars,

And babies might be bottle-fed,

But they were not grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out,

And 'gay' meant fancy-free,

And dorms were never co-ed 

In the Land That Made Me, Me.        

We hadn't seen enough of jets

To talk about the lag,

And microchips were what was left

At the bottom of the bag.

And hardware was a box of nails,

And bytes came from a flea,

And rocket ships were fiction

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

T-Birds came with portholes,

And side shows came with freaks,

And bathing suits came big enough

To cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles,

And skirts below the knee,

And Castro came to power

Near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride,

We had no Hill Street Blues,

We had no patterned pantyhose

Or Lipton herbal tea

Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

There were no golden arches,

No Perrier to chill,

And fish were not called Wanda,

And cats were not called Bill.

And middle-aged was 35

And old was forty-three,

And ancient were our parents

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season,

Or so we've heard them say,

And now instead of Maybelline

We swear by Retin-A.

They send us invitations

To join AARP,

We've come a long way, baby,

From the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world

In slightly larger jeans,

And wonder why they're using

Smaller print in magazines

And we tell our children's children

Of the way it used to be,

Long ago and far away

In the Land That Made Me, Me.

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