DOONESBURY Book and lyrics by Garry Trudeau Music by Elizabeth Swados
Come with us once again to those dear dead days when the world seemed young and in danger of not being able to grow old; when Johnny Jock and Suzie Coed had casual sex and political principles; when their undeferred buddies were spilling blood on foreign soil; when a Republican President could inflame humanists simply by waving nuclear sabers at the Russkies. Ladies and gentlemen . . . the Seventies! All together now: "Up on your feet,/ Press all your points,/ Eat Germ of Wheat,/ Toke on your joints,/ Ev'rybody do...
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