Sally Field has kicked the habit.
She’ll not Gidget any more.
Will it fit Sebastian Cabot?
Brian Keith is on the floor.
Joey Bishop’s blessed foil,
Peter Lawford was a pawn.
Buddy Ebsen just struck oil,
Out on Eva Gabor’s lawn.
Red has Skeltons in his closet.
Serling thinks he’ll spare the Rod.
Someone turn off Farrah Fawcett.
George is burning to play God.
Dick VanDyke can rob no more,
Not the Rose of Amsterdam.
Since sweet Mary tiled her floor,
Rhoda doesn’t give a damn.
Robert Young does not know best.
Opie, Beaver, both are grown.
Robert Conrad’s still out west.
Alfred Hitchcock rests alone.
Jim Arness sings Dillon songs.
Andy Griffith’s tied in Knotts.
Raymond Burr’s addressing wrongs.
Jack Webb’s feet have liver spots.
Danny Thomas still needs room.
Billy Mumy lost his space.
Mister Wizard just went boom.
Mia moved to Peyton Place.
Old Jim Nabors got the Pyles.
Carol Burnett lent her ear.
Garner’s got his Rockford Files.
Captain Kangaroo loves beer.
When I’m down in T.V. Land,
I can’t help but shed a tear.
VHF was quite the band.
Black and white was o’ so clear.