Lyrics:
Here's a 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 a story,
Of a man named Brady,
Who was bringing up three boys of his own
They were four men,
Living all together,
Yet they were all, alone
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow,
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group might somehow form a family
That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch!
The Brady Bunch
The Brady Bunch
That's the way we became the Brady Bunch
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 a story,
Of a man named Brady,
Who was bringing up three boys of his own
They were four men,
Living all together,
Yet they were all, alone
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow,
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group might somehow form a family
That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch!
The Brady Bunch
The Brady Bunch
That's the way we became the Brady Bunch
