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hope this wasn't posted before but I dont remember (old age) seeing it
The Land of Sandra Dee
>>
>> 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,
>> Long ago and far away
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> Oh, there was truth and goodness
>> In that land where we were born,
>> Where navels were for oranges,
>> And Peyton Place was porn.
>>
>> For Ike was in the White House,
>> And Hoss was on TV,
>> And God was in his heaven
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We learned to gut a muffler,
>> We washed our hair at dawn,
>> We spread our crinolines to dry
>> In circles on the lawn.
>>
>> And they could hear us coming
>> All the way to Tennessee,
>> All starched and sprayed and rumbling
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We longed for love and romance,
>> And waited for the prince,
>> And 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 of Sandra Lee.
>>
>> Only girls wore earrings then,
>> And three 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We fell for Frankie Avalon,
>> Annette as 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We'd never seen the rock band
>> That was Grateful to be Dead,
>> And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson,
>> And Zeppelins weren't Led.
>>
>> And Beatles lived in gardens then,
>> And Monkees in a tree,
>> Madonna was a virgin
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We'd never heard of Microwaves,
>> Or telephones in cars,
>> And babies might be bottle-fed,
>> But they weren't grown in jars.
>>
>> And pumping iron got wrinkles out,
>> And "gay" meant fancy-free,
>> And dorms were never coed
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> Buicks came with portholes,
>> And side show came with freaks,
>> And bathing suits came big enough
>> To cover both your cheeks.
>>
>> And Coke came just in bottles,
>> And skirts came to the knee,
>> And Castro came to power
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We had no Crest with Fluoride,
>> We had no Hill Street Blues,
>> We all wore superstructure bras
>> Designed by Howard Hughes.
>>
>> We had no patterned pantyhose
>> Or Lipton herbal tea
>> Or prime-time ads for *******
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> There were no golden arches,
>> No Perriers to chill,
>> And fish were not called Wanda,
>> And cats were not called Bill.
>>
>> And middle-aged was thirty-five
>> And old was forty-three,
>> And ancient were our parents
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> But all things have a season,
>> Or so we've heard them say,
>> And now instead of Maybelline
>> We swear by Retin-A.
>>
>> And they send us invitations
>> To join AARP,
>> We've come a long way, baby,
>>>From the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee
>>
The Land of Sandra Dee
>>
>> 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,
>> Long ago and far away
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> Oh, there was truth and goodness
>> In that land where we were born,
>> Where navels were for oranges,
>> And Peyton Place was porn.
>>
>> For Ike was in the White House,
>> And Hoss was on TV,
>> And God was in his heaven
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We learned to gut a muffler,
>> We washed our hair at dawn,
>> We spread our crinolines to dry
>> In circles on the lawn.
>>
>> And they could hear us coming
>> All the way to Tennessee,
>> All starched and sprayed and rumbling
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We longed for love and romance,
>> And waited for the prince,
>> And 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 of Sandra Lee.
>>
>> Only girls wore earrings then,
>> And three 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We fell for Frankie Avalon,
>> Annette as 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We'd never seen the rock band
>> That was Grateful to be Dead,
>> And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson,
>> And Zeppelins weren't Led.
>>
>> And Beatles lived in gardens then,
>> And Monkees in a tree,
>> Madonna was a virgin
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We'd never heard of Microwaves,
>> Or telephones in cars,
>> And babies might be bottle-fed,
>> But they weren't grown in jars.
>>
>> And pumping iron got wrinkles out,
>> And "gay" meant fancy-free,
>> And dorms were never coed
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> Buicks came with portholes,
>> And side show came with freaks,
>> And bathing suits came big enough
>> To cover both your cheeks.
>>
>> And Coke came just in bottles,
>> And skirts came to the knee,
>> And Castro came to power
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> We had no Crest with Fluoride,
>> We had no Hill Street Blues,
>> We all wore superstructure bras
>> Designed by Howard Hughes.
>>
>> We had no patterned pantyhose
>> Or Lipton herbal tea
>> Or prime-time ads for *******
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> There were no golden arches,
>> No Perriers to chill,
>> And fish were not called Wanda,
>> And cats were not called Bill.
>>
>> And middle-aged was thirty-five
>> And old was forty-three,
>> And ancient were our parents
>> In the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> But all things have a season,
>> Or so we've heard them say,
>> And now instead of Maybelline
>> We swear by Retin-A.
>>
>> And they send us invitations
>> To join AARP,
>> We've come a long way, baby,
>>>From the Land of Sandra Dee.
>>
>> 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 of Sandra Dee
>>
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