The Toonerville Trolley - The Electric Prunes

In daddy’s day he walked to school

And lived his life by the golden rule

And chopped down timber for his fuel

In daddy’s day

His shoe were made by Buster Brown

He’d hide and roll his knickers down

The world was square, it wasn’t round

In daddy’s day

He’d ride the Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley

Tooting on his licorice stick

The Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley

That was how he gets his kicks

Oh by gee, by gosh, by golly

Life to him was oh so jolly

Dad, what happened to the Toonerville Trolley?

In daddy’s day they were so pure

No one had to take the cure

For being wildly insecure

In daddy’s day

They’d sit and rock and talk a bit

The sun would fall and they would quit

They went to bed and that was it

In daddy’s day

He’d ride the Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley

Tooting on his licorice stick

The Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley

That was how he gets his kicks

Oh by gee, by gosh, by golly

Life to him was oh so jolly

Dad, what happened to the Toonerville Trolley?