Here’s the story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold like their mother, the youngest one in curls.
Here’s the story of a man named Brady, who was busy with three boys of his own. They were four men living all together, but they were all alone.
‘Til the one day when the lady met this fellow and they knew it was much more than a hunch that this group must somehow form a family, that’s the way they all became the Brady Bunch.
Mom always says don’t play ball in the house!
Glasses! Oh, no, mom! Not glasses! They’ll make me look absolutely positively goofy!
Adios, Johnny Bravo!
I don’t snitch, I just tell it like it is.
All day long at school I hear how great Marcia is at this or how wonderful Marcia did that! Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!
The Brady Bunch Drink Charms at Auntie B’s Wax
Auntie B's Wax 