THE MINIMUM REQUIREMENTS
Title:Florence Henderson
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Lyrics byEric Wahl & Danny O'Brien
I want to be the kind of guy up to whom friends come and say,
"Hey man, how's your old lady?"
With a twinkle in my eye, I'd say her hair's a little gray
But I love her just as much as when she was a Brady

I'm asking you, can you imagine
If I could talk to her right now what would happen?

Well you'd still be Florence Henderson
But you'd be my Florence Henderson
I'd put you in a cardboard box
And take you out on Christmas Eve

Before I took my first breath, you sang your Song of Norway
And now I sing this Song of Us
And to counter those who think you did a show with Susan Dey
I tell them there's no way you'd drive that crappy painted school bus (no way)

I'm asking you, if you wanna
We could live in TV Land nirvana

And you'd still be Florence Henderson
But you'd be my Florence Henderson
I'd put you in a mayonnaise jar
And take you out on Christmas Eve

When I still wore my booties, you hosted the Muppet Show
You ran against Dukakis and adopted a pompous Eskimo
And now that I am older I know what I must do
No mortal man shall thwart me from my future life with you

Just think, you could wash my socks and make me sammiches
(No, wait, dude, that was Alice)
You're right, that was Alice
(I told you)
And Alice is the one for me

You'd still be Anne B. Davis
But you'd be my Anne B. Davis
I'd put you in my stepfather's tool box
And take you out on Christmas Eve
My Anne B. Davis
And you'd be my Anne
B. Davis
I'd put you in a Danish cookie tin
And take you out on Cinco de Mayo

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