Flying away on a wing and a prayer. Who could it be? Believe it or not its just me. Flying away on a wing and a prayer. Who could it be? Believe it or not its just me. Then one day he was shootin’ at some food and up through the ground came a bubblin’ crude. Oil that is. Here’s the story of a man named Brady who was busy with three boys of his own. Its mission – to explore strange new worlds to seek out new life and new civilizations to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Maybe you and me were never meant to be. But baby think of me once in awhile. I’m at WKRP in Cincinnati. Their house is a museum where people come to see ‘em.
Come and dance on our floor. Take a step that is new. We’ve a loveable space that needs your face threes company too. These days are all Happy and Free. These days are all share them with me oh baby. It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood a beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Its a neighborly day in this beautywood a neighborly day for a beauty.
- Beautiful day in this neighborhood
- Could you be mine? Its a neighborly day
- We’ve a loveable space that needs
Would you be mine? Could you be mine. So join us here each week my friends you’re sure to get a smile from seven stranded castaways here on Gilligans Isle. All of them had hair of gold like their mother the youngest one in curls. That this group would somehow form a family that’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch. Come and play. Everything’s A-OK.