Born Praised Kissed Lyrics

Born   Praised   Kissed

I turned on the TV set to check up on Battle of the Planets
At seven a.m. on
Saturday
But G-Force and Mr. Magoo went the way of the New Zoo Revue
And
all my Super Friends have gone away
Daphne, Fred and Velma, what am I to
do?
You've gone and left me hanging out with Scooby-Dum and
Scrappy-Doo
All the countless hours we spent
watching Jimmy Olsen, Lois,
Perry and Clark Kent
I guess George Reeves wasn't bulletproof after
all
Oh Captain Kangaroo
they broke the Creepy Crawler Mold after they
made you
And Mr. Moose ran out of ping-pong balls
My Rock 'Em Sock 'Em
Robots have seen better days
And Mom just went and threw my Archie comics
away
CHORUS:
I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View
Master
Etch-a-Sketch me a pretty picture
Go Speed Racer go a little
faster
I could hear the voices of my childhood
When I traded in my Close
and Play for a second-hand guitar
I was straining to hear, I was straining
to reach them
But Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far
Slinkies
and Slurpees and Crazy Straws
The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus
A Shogun
Warrior, a Weeble, and Evel Knievel
I opened my blue toy box
and found a
couple dead spiders and a pair of old socks
My Batman costume didn't seem to
fit
All my Star Wars guys are gone
except a headless Tusken Raider and
the Carbon Frozen Han
And Boba's still digesting in my sandbox Sarlacc
pit
My NHL Slot Hockey is rusting underneath my bed
My Hungry Hungry
Hippo's starving, it's been years since he was fed
I can't believe it's been
so long
since I stayed up past my bedtime just to play a game of Pong
My
Sit and Spin has got me in a whirl
Was it twenty years ago
that I'd get
up once a week to watch the Krofft Supershow
With Electra Woman and
Dynagirl?
I can hear the Sleestak pounding at my door
Since Puff the
Magic Dragon ceased his mighty roar
CHORUS:
I'm gonna cry if I can't find
my View Master
Spirograph me a pretty picture
Go Speed Racer go a little
faster
I could hear the voices of my childhood
When I traded in my Close
and Play for a second-hand guitar
I was straining to hear, I was straining
to reach them
But Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far