I turned on the TV set to check up on Battle of the Planets   At seven a.m. on Saturday   But G-Force and Mister Magoo    Went the way of the New Zoo Revue   And all my Super Friends have gone away      Daphne, Fred and Velma what am I to do?   You've gone and left me hanging out with Scooby-Dum and Scrappy-Doo   Wo ho oh, wo ho oh, wo ho oh      All the countless hours we spent watching Jimmy Olsen, Lois, Perry and Clark Kent   I guess George Reeves wasn't bulletproof after all   Oh Captain Kangaroo, they broke the Creepy Crawler mold after they made you   And Mr. Moose ran out of ping-pong balls      My Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots have seen better days   And Mom just went and threw my Archie comics away      I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View Master   Etch-a-Sketch me a pretty picture   Go Speed Racer go a little faster   I could hear the voices of my childhood   When I traded in my Close and Play for a secondhand guitar   I was straining to hear I was straining to reach them   Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far      Slinkies and Slurpees and Crazy Straws   The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus   A Shogun Warrior, a Weeble, and Evel Knievel...      I opened my blue toy box and found a couple dead spiders and a pair of old socks   My Batman costume didn't seem to fit   All my Star Wars guys are gone except a headless Tusken Raider and the Carbon Frozen Han   And Boba's still digesting in my sandbox Sarlacc pit      My NHL Slot Hockey's rusting underneath my bed   My Hungry Hungry Hippo's starving it's been years since he was fed   Wo ho oh, wo ho oh, wo ho oh      I can't believe it's been so long since I stayed up past my bedtime just to play a game of Pong   My Sit and Spin has got me in a whirl   Was it twenty years ago that I'd get up once a week to watch the Krofft Supershow   With Electra Woman and Dynagirl?      I can hear the Sleestak pounding at my door   Since Puff the Magic Dragon ceased his mighty roar      I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View Master   Spirograph me a pretty picture   Go Speed Racer go a little faster   I could hear the voices of my childhood   When I traded in my Close and Play for a secondhand guitar   I was straining to hear I was straining to reach them   Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far