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 learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair
at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the
lawn.

We longed for love and romance, and waited for
our 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 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 weren't
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.

Buicks 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.

AND
NOW: For those of you too young to remember
Bob Hope, ask your Grandparents!!!
And thanks for the memories............

Give me a sense of humor, Lord,

Give me the grace to see a joke,

To get some humor out of life,

And pass it on to other folks