In the Land of Sandra Dee

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Registered: 11-15-2001
In the Land of Sandra Dee
Wed, 04-09-2014 - 4:12pm

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
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n 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 Dee.
       
Only girls wore earrings then,
       
And three was one too many,
       
And only boys wore flattop 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 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 Rockey-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 costar 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 didn't go to bars
       
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 condoms
       
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 was 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.
       
Author unknown.

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