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I turned on the TV set to check up on Battle of the PlanetsAt seven a.m. on SaturdayBut G-Force and Mr. Magoo went the way of the New Zoo RevueAnd all my Super Friends have gone awayDaphne, Fred and Velma, what am I to do?You've gone and left me hanging out with Scooby-Dum and Scrappy-DooAll the countless hours we spentwatching Jimmy Olsen, Lois, Perry and Clark KentI guess George Reeves wasn't bulletproof after allOh Captain Kangaroothey broke the Creepy Crawler Mold after they made youAnd Mr. Moose ran out of ping-pong ballsMy Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots have seen better daysAnd Mom just went and threw my Archie comics awayCHORUS:I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View MasterEtch-a-Sketch me a pretty pictureGo Speed Racer go a little fasterI could hear the voices of my childhoodWhen I traded in my Close and Play for a second-hand guitarI was straining to hear, I was straining to reach themBut Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that farSlinkies and Slurpees and Crazy StrawsThe Easter Bunny and Santa ClausA Shogun Warrior, a Weeble, and Evel KnievelI opened my blue toy boxand found a couple dead spiders and a pair of old socksMy Batman costume didn't seem to fitAll my Star Wars guys are goneexcept a headless Tusken Raider and the Carbon Frozen HanAnd Boba's still digesting in my sandbox Sarlacc pitMy NHL Slot Hockey is rusting underneath my bedMy Hungry Hungry Hippo's starving, it's been years since he was fedI can't believe it's been so longsince I stayed up past my bedtime just to play a game of PongMy Sit and Spin has got me in a whirlWas it twenty years agothat I'd get up once a week to watch the Krofft SupershowWith Electra Woman and Dynagirl?I can hear the Sleestak pounding at my doorSince Puff the Magic Dragon ceased his mighty roarCHORUS:I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View MasterSpirograph me a pretty pictureGo Speed Racer go a little fasterI could hear the voices of my childhoodWhen I traded in my Close and Play for a second-hand guitarI was straining to hear, I was straining to reach themBut Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far
I turned on the TV set to check up on Battle of the PlanetsAt seven a.m. on SaturdayBut G-Force and Mr. Magoo went the way of the New Zoo RevueAnd all my Super Friends have gone awayDaphne, Fred and Velma, what am I to do?You've gone and left me hanging out with Scooby-Dum and Scrappy-DooAll the countless hours we spentwatching Jimmy Olsen, Lois, Perry and Clark KentI guess George Reeves wasn't bulletproof after allOh Captain Kangaroothey broke the Creepy Crawler Mold after they made youAnd Mr. Moose ran out of ping-pong ballsMy Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots have seen better daysAnd Mom just went and threw my Archie comics awayCHORUS:I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View MasterEtch-a-Sketch me a pretty pictureGo Speed Racer go a little fasterI could hear the voices of my childhoodWhen I traded in my Close and Play for a second-hand guitarI was straining to hear, I was straining to reach themBut Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that farSlinkies and Slurpees and Crazy StrawsThe Easter Bunny and Santa ClausA Shogun Warrior, a Weeble, and Evel KnievelI opened my blue toy boxand found a couple dead spiders and a pair of old socksMy Batman costume didn't seem to fitAll my Star Wars guys are goneexcept a headless Tusken Raider and the Carbon Frozen HanAnd Boba's still digesting in my sandbox Sarlacc pitMy NHL Slot Hockey is rusting underneath my bedMy Hungry Hungry Hippo's starving, it's been years since he was fedI can't believe it's been so longsince I stayed up past my bedtime just to play a game of PongMy Sit and Spin has got me in a whirlWas it twenty years agothat I'd get up once a week to watch the Krofft SupershowWith Electra Woman and Dynagirl?I can hear the Sleestak pounding at my doorSince Puff the Magic Dragon ceased his mighty roarCHORUS:I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View MasterSpirograph me a pretty pictureGo Speed Racer go a little fasterI could hear the voices of my childhoodWhen I traded in my Close and Play for a second-hand guitarI was straining to hear, I was straining to reach themBut Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far