I don’t know why I woke up with this song in my head, but there it was. And then other songs joined it. They’re having a nice little tea party up in there. There’s plenty of space in there. If you place the theme with the show, then do it. And add another.
Where Indian fights are colorful sights
And nobody takes a lickin’
Where Paleface and Redskin both turn chicken.
Everyone loves the king of the sea
Ever so kind and gentle is he
Tricks he will do when children appear
How they all laugh whenever he’s near
Phoebe Figallily is a silly name
And so many silly things keep happening
What is the magic thing about nanny?
Is it love or is it magic?
Streaks on the china never mattered before
Who cares?
When you drop kicked your jacket as you came through the door
No one glared.
Some walk by night
Some fly by day
Nothing can change you
Set and sure of the way.
There’s a holdout in the Bronx,
Brooklyn’s broken out in fights,
There’s a traffic jam in Harlem
That’s backed up to Jackson Heights.
There’s a Scout troop short a child,
Khrushchev’s due at Idelwyld
Man, I miss the old singable theme songs. Hey! Here they come with a rum-tee tum, they’re having a toy parade.
A tin giraffe with a fife and drum is leading the kewpie parade.
. . . So while you’re here, enjoy the view,
Keep on doing what you do,
Hold on tight, we’ll muddle through. . .
Does anybody know what the first line in the second verse says? I always sang “so whomp on the keys, somewhere there’s music playing. . .” but I don’t think they actually say ‘whomp on the keys’.
Something magic in the way you hold me in your eyes
No one ever warned me love just takes you by surprise
I don’t know what’s come over me, you’ve got my hypnotized
when you look at me.
and
Life goes on, and so do we,
Just how we do it is no mystery.
One by one … one by one, we fill the days,
We find a thousand different ways.