Rock around now with us as we turn back the clock to 1946 for this atomic blast:

 

Anybody here... seen the Cleveland Rams?

Can you tell me where they've gone?

Seems the good, they just die young.

I just looked around and they're gone.

Yes, they don't make 'em like that anymore:

As we approached Twenty-Fifteen, I asked my mother, where will they be?

Will it be L. A. or Arden Hills, here's what she said to me:

Kay, puck-ah, puck-ah.  We're chicken to face the truth,

Or stare at our squandered youth,

What will be will be.

September October Song

Oh it's a long, long way

May to November

And the jig is up, once we reach December.

...So these few days I'll spend with you.

See the moving van?

Baby get a clue.

"History does not repeat itself, but it does rhyme." -Mark Twain

You met another and Phfft! you were gone...

"No, you'll never hear one of us repeating gossip,

So you'd better be sure and listen close the first time."  - Hee Haw