50's and 60's Weird Tv On Channel Three - Part 3

Continued from Part 2 Some kid is spraying Clearasil, He wants to make his pimples nil; He paints his breath with chlorophyll; I’m in the dream of someone ill I’m fleeing but I feel a goose, Behind me grins a guy named Bruce, His velvet miniskirt is puce Why can’t I even call a truce? There’s Billy Graham on a binge His holy words do make me cringe; If nonsense were a door with fringe Then Billy Graham would be the hinge I hear some Wallace words unkind How has our race so soon declined? His thoughts should be in sheit enshrined; Thank god my eyes are color blind The Beverly Hillbillys pace the street The crowds are lying at their feet While Petticoat Junction joins the fleet And Green Acres makes it complete I guess I know that something’s wrong I haven’t yet met old King Kong, They say ‘he went back to Hong Kong For that is where he do belong’ Now I’m pausing in the gloom And watch the reruns they exhume They still do stink, I smell the fume; To run away I must resume Here comes Mitch, he’s singing songs While Lawrence Welk, he beats the gongs; I need to buy some racing thongs, Instead they sell me three Ding Dongs Behind me now there grows a tree While Howdy Doody bends his knee; I haven’t lost my sanity, I’m merely tuned to Channel Three End