I heard a jumpin’ song called “Tutti Frutti.”

The radio was suddenly alive

with more than just the standard pap and jive.

I gave up Gene and Roy

to hear that Elvis boy.

There came a time in life I call ‘take five.’

On Sun, I heard the Killer.

So, goodbye to Glenn Miller.

Farewell to Lassie and good Rin Tin Tin.

That rock n’ roll got underneath my skin.

Bolstered by the tunes these new guys sang,

I outgrew the Mickey Mouse Club gang.

When I gave up Lucy for “Lucille”

I became a teenager for real.

Soon I’d be down on my knees,

praying to the Everlys.

Thereupon came Cash and Berry,

folk with Peter, Paul and Mary.

Then a new world opened that was thrillin.’

It was called the sixties with Bob Dylan.

Teenage years becoming skittish,

suddenly there came the British.

Beatle world became its own sensation.

I was deeply caught up in that nation.

Blues and bluegrass came around.

Everywhere was found new sound.

I realized my childhood was a relic

when I entered into psychedelic.

Yet somewhere way back there in my brain

lingered Howdy Doody’s old refrain.

Seems it doesn’t matter just how old you finally grow,

because “Howdy Doody’s here: it’s time to start the show.”