Someone Stole My Moodring

Someone stole my moodring
I don't know if I'm pissed
Should I be happy?
Or should I slit my wrist
Emotional Upheaval
Hath took me to the brink
And without my magic Ronco ring
I don't know what to think

The morning sun was shining bright
Everything seemed okay
My liesure suit fit nice and tight
It was a good afro day
My java wasn't bitter
And my Tastykake wasn't stale
And my Abba K-Tel 8 track tape
Arrived in the mail
(That's the way we became the Brady)
Bunch of us in clogs and bells
We boogied out the door
My ring said I felt groovy
Who could ask for more?
I headed for my Pacer
Juggling the keys
When a platform shoe wearin' 
Hair Farmer's Pet Rock
Knocked me to my knees!

Someone stole my moodring
I don't know if I'm pissed
Should I be happy?
Or should I slit my wrist
Emotional Upheaval
Hath took me to the brink
And without my magic Ronco ring
I don't know what to think