The Land of Sandra Dee

A little nostalgia......enjoy!!!

The Land of Sandra Dee

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 as 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 Monkeys in a tree,

Madonna was the Virgin Mary – 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 shows 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 .