Here's a story 'bout a lady who was bringing up three girls
Every one was blonde and the youngest, she had curls
Then that lady met Mike Brady, he had three boys
They got hitched in an instant, now they have about six children

Marcia, Jan, Cindy, Greg, Peter, Bobby, and Alice is their maid
The Brady's, the Brady's, the ultimate family-y-y

Their goodie-goodies, in the hoody, they live in the perfect place
With astro-turf for the occaisional potato-sack race
They have a housemaid, her name's Alice, she cleans the house
Now everybody knows they're the best family in town

Marcia's alright, Cindy's alright, but Jan seems a little weird
The Brady's, the Brady's, the ultimate family-y-y

Whatever happened to their dog Tiger, I thought he was so dear
Although he stole things I don't think he should've disappeared
They've got one bathroom for all nine of them to share
Though it's tought to live like that, I guess they do not care

Greg is alright, Bobby's alright, but Peter is the one we fear
The Brady's, the Brady's, the ultimate family

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