In Patty Duke’s memoirs, Call Me Anna, she explained that originally Cathy was meant to be Scottish, and so she spent quite some time perfecting an authentic Scottish burr. However, when the producers heard it, they became nervous that an American audience wouldn’t understand the accent or might feel alienated by it, so Duke was told instead to do a kind of vague “anywhere but the US” European accent. Duke said that she hated it; it felt unprofessional and phoney to her to not have Cathy be from somewhere specific.
ETA: Ninja’d by Bricker! Should have read the thread more carefully.
This is true. Maybe 15 years ago, I added a song to one of those places. It was a song that I wrote with a friend of mine in college. It’s now on every one of those damn lyrics sites including some foreign language ones.
So? They also spell the dance troupe’s name as (variously) “Ballet Russes” and “Ballet Rouge.”* Proves nothing beyond providing evidence that lyric look-up sites are just as subject as any other site to incorrect information being entered by poorly-educated jarks.
*(apparently, the accepted name is Ballets Russes. We may wish to defer discussion of how Cathy became a fan of a touring dance troupe that closed some eighteen years prior to her birth.)
The entire theme song is ridiculous. How many 16-year-olds from anywhere danced the minuet or even had heard of the Ballets Russes in 1963? Who ever loses control when they eat a hot dog? I remember hearing a comedian talking about that song once in his routine. He said something like “What? A hot dog makes her lose control? I want to meet her.”
I’d say it’s likely that the lyrics were written as Barclay Square so it would be sung correctly no matter what square is referred to. So there wouldn’t be any real answer to the question. Still, the overwhelming evidence is that it’s Barclay until you can find Berkeley written down somewhere.
Unrelated to the OP are these lyrics I spied one day on the Patty Duke Show entry on the oldwww.jumptheshark.com internet site. I thought they were good for a laugh but prepare for possible offense.
Meet Cathy who gets it everywhere,
Both in the front, and derriere,
But Patty’s only seen the sites
From lying on her back at nights,
What a crazy pair!
But they’re lovers,
They’re lesbian lovers, yeah they’re gay!
One pair of looney lesbos,
Different as night and day.
While Cathy adores a minuet,
The Ballet Russe and crepes suzette,
Our Patty says she’s sold her soul
For sex and drugs and rock’n’roll,
Better get the net!
Still they’re lovers,
They’re lesbian lovers, and you’ll find,
They’ve got no arms, they’ve got no legs,
Patty hops around on pegs,
And she’s lost her mind!
They’re lovers,
Of the lesbian kind!