Here's the 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 the story of a man named Brady
Who was living with 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 that it was much more than a hunch,
That this group must 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.
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