I remember the eighties
An interesting time, the family well defined by
Togetherness.
At least in the mind of most producers
Unity unlike any time before
We grow accustom to an image
13 million households a week
Yet how true can this be?
Son with no father
Daughter with no mother
Grandmother more important than anything on the screen
It would seem reality falls somewhere between
What does it take
And
Can you survive, the life of this broken dream?
If you do…
What kind of man will you be?
Growing as long as life don’t kill the hope inside
I could be a lawyer
I could be a doctor
I could be more than an orphan thinking of life in the penthouse
I believe.
From good times to family ties
I’m going to find a way to live long and prosper
I’m willing.
I’m committed
To see my family like those supplied on TV
Smiling and jiving
Everything gone be all right in a minute
Today I got an outside chance.
Living upstate
Rochester ringing the liberty bell
Mother father
Four daughters and a son
Steady routine
I believe
There’s something more than a dream
I can be
Someday living like them Huxtables.
I may even fuck Miss Whitley
Follow me!
