Cruised into this seventies show
With the strangest family you'd ever know
There were bell-bottoms everywhere
They were singing and dancing, and they just didn't care
Big hair!

Now she was a lovely lady
Bringing up three very lovely girls
Then along came this man named Brady
With three boys of his own
I think I'm going to hurl

Chorus:
Dude look like a Brady, dude look like a Brady
Dude look like a Brady, dude look like a Brady

So never judge this bunch by their hair-does
Or the fact that they're a family of weirdoes
They have it made, they have Alice their maid
They only seem to have one bathroom
Lord imagine my dismay

(Chorus)

Groovin' with the Brady Bunch
Peter, Greg and Bobby
Groovin' with the Brady Bunch
Brady, Brady, Brady all right
Groovin' with the Brady Bunch
Marcia, Jan and Cindy
Groovin' with the Brady Bunch
Brady, Brady, Brady, baby

What a groovy Brady
We like them, like them, like them like that
They are the Bradys

(Chorus)

© 2006 Squirrelbait
Written by Mikey Squirrel

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