I’m glad you liked “Land That Made Me, Me (Part 1). Enjoy Part 2:
We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead.
And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led.
And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees.
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.
We’d never heard of microwaves or telephones in cars.
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.
And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy free.
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.
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 That Made Me, Me.
We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Dancing With The Stars
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
We thought the 50’s and 60’s were the greatest times in history
And no prime-time ads for any dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me, Me
There were no Golden Arches, no Perrier to chill.
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill
And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three.
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.
But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say.
And now instead of Maybelline, we swear by Retin-A
They send invitations to join AARP.
We’ve come a long way, baby, form the Land That Made Me, Me
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 That Made Me, Me.
