View Master Lyrics - Ookla The Mok

I turned on the TV set to check up on Battle of the Planets 

At seven a.m. on Saturday 

But G-Force and Mr. Magoo went the way of the New Zoo Revue 

And all my Super Friends have gone away 

Daphne, Fred and Velma, what am I to do? 

You've gone and left me hanging out with Scooby-Dum and Scrappy-Doo 

All the countless hours we spent 

watching Jimmy Olsen, Lois, Perry and Clark Kent 

I guess George Reeves wasn't bulletproof after all 

Oh Captain Kangaroo 

they broke the Creepy Crawler Mold after they made you 

And Mr. Moose ran out of ping-pong balls 

My Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots have seen better days 

And Mom just went and threw my Archie comics away 

CHORUS: 

I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View Master 

Etch-a-Sketch me a pretty picture 

Go Speed Racer go a little faster 

I could hear the voices of my childhood 

When I traded in my Close and Play for a second-hand guitar 

I was straining to hear, I was straining to reach them 

But Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far 

Slinkies and Slurpees and Crazy Straws 

The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus 

A Shogun Warrior, a Weeble, and Evel Knievel 

I opened my blue toy box 

and found a couple dead spiders and a pair of old socks 

My Batman costume didn't seem to fit 

All my Star Wars guys are gone 

except a headless Tusken Raider and the Carbon Frozen Han 

And Boba's still digesting in my sandbox Sarlacc pit 

My NHL Slot Hockey is rusting underneath my bed 

My Hungry Hungry Hippo's starving, it's been years since he was fed 

I can't believe it's been so long 

since I stayed up past my bedtime just to play a game of Pong 

My Sit and Spin has got me in a whirl 

Was it twenty years ago 

that I'd get up once a week to watch the Krofft Supershow 

With Electra Woman and Dynagirl? 

I can hear the Sleestak pounding at my door 

Since Puff the Magic Dragon ceased his mighty roar 

CHORUS: 

I'm gonna cry if I can't find my View Master 

Spirograph me a pretty picture 

Go Speed Racer go a little faster 

I could hear the voices of my childhood 

When I traded in my Close and Play for a second-hand guitar 

I was straining to hear, I was straining to reach them 

But Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far