Whatever the reason, it's horrible and you're right-the lyric are even worse. Why is she pushing it like that? Did she always sing that way? Or was she trying to sound more modern? Was her voice aging and that's all she could do? She sounded much better when she had That Certain Wessonality to her voice, for sure. Henderson mostly sounds bad to me because she's singing so HARD. And some lame "Bradys" reboot would have been LAST on my list.
#Lyrics to brady bunch tv theme tv#
Luckily for me, I watched virtually no TV at all during this time period. I vaguely recall it was being done at the time. I can only imagine how bad the show itself was. Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing.Click to expand.Wow, that's horrible. Love makes your heart feel strange inside, The multicoloured moods of love are like its satin wings. Nobody pleads for me, nobody bleeds for me I’m nobody’s fool and I’m nobody’s friend That’s how I want to be ’cause no one belongs to me.
I’m nobody’s fool and I’m nobody’s friend.īut most of them don’t even know that I’m there. I’m nobody’s shelter, I’m nobody’s cover, I couldn’t care if the people don’t notice me,
To the dark little streets that nobody knows.
#Lyrics to brady bunch tv theme series#
The theme tune for the second series of Budgie (1972) was ’Nobody’s Fool’ written by Ray Daviesįrom the bright busy streets of the Charing Cross Roadįrom the smart noisy clubs where everyone goes Oh we’ll find adventure and join the Buccaneers. We’ll find adventure, adventure, across the ocean, Oh let’s go a-roving and join the Buccaneers. Let’s go a-roving, a-roving, across the ocean, Get the whole of the Network together tonight! Guess that’s why I’m feeling so hale and hearty! That’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch That’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch. That this group would somehow form a family, ’Til one day when the lady met this fellowĪnd they knew it was much more than a hunch Who was bringing up three very lovely girls,Īll of them had hair of gold - like their mother, Supermatch Game, Supermatch Game, Supermatch Game! Swords … gleaming in the sun … in the sun … in the sun.īlankety Blank, Blankety Blank (two bass-drum beats) They keep the army on the run, on the run, Good folk, lock up your son and daughter,īlackadder, Blackadder - he rides a pitch-black steedīlackadder, Blackadder - he’s very bad indeed.īlackadder, Blackadder - with many a cunning planīlackadder, Blackadder - you horrid little man! Intro to Blackadder’s Christmas Carol (1988):īlackadder, Blackadder, he’s sickeningly good,īlackadder, Blackadder, he’s nice as Christmas pud!
The sound of hoof-beats ’cross the glade, So he called it his funny machine, machine,īilly Cotton (in extreme close-up) would shout “Wakey Wa-A-akey!” then the band would launch into its theme tune “Somebody Stole My Gal”. The motor sang chuggle-arang, chuggle-aruggle-arator,Īnd all of a sudden a picture appeared on the funny old cartoonerator.īilly Bean built a machine to see what it would do,
He made it out of sticks and stones, and nuts and bolts and glue. Set a spell, take your shoes off.īill and Ben, Bill and Ben, flowerpot men.īilly Bean built a machine to see what it could do, To reap a heapin’ helpin’ of their hospitality. You’re all invited back again to this locality Well now its time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin,Īnd they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin’ in. So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly. Said, “Californy is the place you ought to be “, Kinsfolk said, “Jed move away from there”, Well the first thing you know ol’ Jed’s a millionaire, When up through the ground came a bubblin’ crude. Then one day he was shootin’ at some food, There it is! It was rather an unusual shop because it didn’t sell anything! You see, everything in that shop was something someone had once lost, and Emily had found, and brought back to Bagpuss – the most important, the most beautiful, the most magical, saggy old cloth cat in the whole wide world!Ĭome and listen to a story ’bout a man named Jed,Ī poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed, Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a little girl, and her name was Emily, and she had a shop.