I turned on the TV set to check up on Battle of the Planets
At seven a.m. on Saturday
But G-Force and Mister 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
Wo ho oh, wo ho oh, wo ho oh

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

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 secondhand guitar
I was straining to hear I was straining to reach them
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's rusting underneath my bed
My Hungry Hungry Hippo's starving it's been years since he was fed
Wo ho oh, wo ho oh, wo ho oh

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

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 secondhand guitar
I was straining to hear I was straining to reach them
Stretch Armstrong couldn't stretch that far


Lyrics submitted by Tomis Grey

View Master (Less Than Art version) song meanings
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