They Don'T Make Em Like They Use To
They don’t make em like they use to
Seventeen shots from the old six gun
Bad guys wearing black
Robots made from cardboard boxes
Destroyed then coming back
Impossible odds in the good guy fights
One against a hundred
A cavalry charge to save the day
Over the hill they thundered
Spaceships flying through starry sky
Hanging on some string
Gun fire then will take a rest
To let Roy Roger’s sing
Cannon blasts from the pirate ships
Tarzan on his twine
The good guy wins—gets the girl
It’s Saturday matinée time
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