first I found out Santa and the Easter Bunny weren't real....then a real kicker...Susan Dey couldn't sing or play the keys...nor was her  TV brother Danny a bassist  and to make matters even worse, little Chris and Tracey were actually a  front for the studio wiz drummer Hal Blaine....my introduction to Hollywood trickery...another life lesson courtesy of the Partridge Family.

intro sound clip is from a 90s SNL skit

I guess Bill S was right. All the world's a stage


Friday night flashback                                                                                        
1970
Some people named Partridge
Are calling to me
A family deception
The pose and the pray
With lips,tongues and fingers
But no sounds do they make

A Romeo song
Done by Farrell and Strange
Wrecking Crew players
Who hide all their names
I Think I Love You
Sings the great TV eye
Tiger Beat tall tales
Later Watergate lies

Oh  Oh C’mon get happy
Oh Oh C’mon get happy

A Cowsill collusion 
No money to share
Network decision
The fake now to air
Look at Danny and Laurie 
They can't sing in tune
Young Chris and sweet Tracy
Just a Hal Blaine bang boom

The land of the actor
The art of disguise
A life lesson learned
From those lipsynching vibes
The spotlight can brighten
The spotlight can blind
Their purpose, my questions
Our reasons entwined

Oh  Oh C’mon get happy
Oh Oh..... C’mon ....

Ba   BaBa   Ba  BaBa Ba BaBa                                              
It’s time to wake up                                                                 
It’s time to wake up                                                                  

I can be friendly          
Obtuse, unseen
I can be on vacation
I’m a suffer machine
I’m so cavalier
I’m so nondescript
Whatever you want
The Hand can be it

I can fly, I can try
One ain’t hard to do
I can live in the past
I can bury it too
No matter the meaning
I default to rhyme
Confuse and contort
These memories of mine

Oh  Oh C’mon get happy
Oh Oh C’mon get happy



C'mon, Get Happy

There’s a treasure down deep in this wonderland
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
The word and rhyme, a message, in a song it stands
my rock n roll Rosetta Stone 



C'mon, Get Happy

Hand on the Rock