brings back the memories
Those were the days, my friend,
we thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance
forever and a day
ahhemmm ... getting back to the scheduled program ... that's gen-you-whine sixties US kitsch styling! (Apparently Nieman-Marcus thought "kitsch" an abbreviation for "kitchen") Back in those days, we were going to be spending Christmas on the Moon, and exploring Mars, and ... those wre the days ....
Where oh where are the flying cars? The ones with built-in nuclear reactors? And thousand-mph top speeds?
Where oh where are the robots? The rebels and the unthinking servants?
Gone with the wind, my friend, or at least, with the politicians' farts ...