GORDON AND ISAGBEL

SANDRA DEE

SANDRA DEE
with
Troy Donahue

SANDRA DEE

"NOSTALGIA".

>> Long ago and far away,
>> In a land that time forgot,
>> Before the days of Dylan
>>Or the dawn of Camelot.
>>There lived a race of innocents,
>>And they were you and me,
>> Long ago and far away
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>> Oh, there was truth and goodness
>>In that land where we were born,
>>Where navels were for oranges,
>>And Peyton Place was porn.
>> For Ike was in the White House,
>>And Hoss was on TV,
>>And God was in his heaven
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We learned to gut a muffler,
>>We washed our hair at dawn,
>>We spread our crinolines to dry
>>In circles on the lawn.
>>And they could hear us coming
>>All the way to Tennessee,
>>All starched and sprayed and rumbling
>>in the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We longed for love and romance,
>>And waited for the prince,
>>And Eddie Fisher married Liz,
>>And no one's seen him since.
>> We danced to "Little Darlin'",
>> And Sang to "Stagger Lee"
>>And cried for Buddy Holly
>>In the Land of Sandra Lee.

>>Only girls wore earrings then,
>>And three was one too many,
>>And only boys wore flat-top cuts,
>>Except for Jean McKinney.
>>And only in our wildest dreams
>>Did we expect to see
>>A boy named George with Lipstick
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We fell for Frankie Avalon,
>>Annette was oh, so nice,
>>And when they made a movie,
>>They never made it twice.
>>We didn't have a Star Trek Five,
>>Or Psycho Two and Three,
>>Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>Miss Kitty had a heart of gold,
>>And Chester had a limp,
>>And Reagan was a Democrat
>>Whose co-star was a chimp.
>>We had a Mr Wizard,
>>But not a Mr T,
>>And Oprah couldn't talk yet
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We had our share of heroes,
>>We never thought they'd go,
>>At least not Bobby Darin,
>>Or Marilyn Monroe.
>>For youth was still eternal,
>>And life was yet to be,
>>And Elvis was forever,
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We'd never seen the rock band
>>That was Grateful to be Dead,
>>And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson,
>>And Zeppelins weren't Led.
>>And Beatles lived in gardens then,
>>And Monkees in a tree,
>>Madonna was a virgin
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We'd never heard of Microwaves,
>>Or telephones in cars,
>>And babies might be bottle-fed,
>>But they weren't grown in jars.
>>And pumping iron got wrinkles out,
>>And "gay" meant fancy-free,
>>And dorms were never coed
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We hadn't seen enough of jets
>>To talk about the lag,
>>And microchips were what was left at
>>The bottom of the bag.
>>And Hardware was a box of nails,
>>And bytes came from a flea,
>>And rocket ships were fiction
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>Buicks came with portholes,
>>And side show came with freaks,
>>And bathing suits came big enough
>>To cover both your cheeks.
>>And Coke came just in bottles,
>>And skirts came to the knee,
>>And Castro came to power
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>We had no Crest with Fluoride,
>>We had no Hill Street Blues,
>>We all wore superstructure bras
>>Designed by Howard Hughes.
>>We had no patterned pantyhose
>>Or Lipton herbal tea
>>Or prime-time ads for condoms
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>There were no golden arches,
>>No Perriers to chill,
>>And fish were not called Wanda,
>>And cats were not called Bill.
>>And middle-aged was thirty-five
>>And old was forty-three,
>>And ancient were our parents
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>But all things have a season,
>>Or so we've heard them say,
>>And now instead of Maybelline
>>We swear by Retin-A.
>>And they send us invitations
>>To join AARP,
>>We've come a long way, baby,
>> >From the Land of Sandra Dee.

>>So now we face a brave new world
>>In slightly larger jeans,
>>And wonder why they're using
>>Smaller print in magazines.
>>And we tell our children's children
>>of the way it used to be,
>>Long ago and far away
>>In the Land of Sandra Dee.