Andra YogiThere are those who believe that life here began out there… far across the universe, with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians or the Toltecs or the Mayans. Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the heavens. Fleeing from the Cylon Tyranny, the last Battlestar – Galactica – leads a rag-tag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest. A shining planet, known as Earth.
Yogi Bear is smarter than the average bear, Yogi Bear is always in the ranger’s hair. At a picnic table you will find him there, stuffing down more goodies than the average bear. He will sleep till noon but before it’s dark, he’ll have every picnic basket that’s in Jellystone Park. Yogi has it better than a millionaire. That’s because he’s smarter than the average bear!
It doesn’t matter what comes, fresh goes better in life, with Mentos fresh and full of Life! Nothing gets to you, stayin’ fresh, stayin’ cool, with Mentos fresh and full of life! Fresh goes better! Mentos freshness! Fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life! Mentos! The Freshmaker!
Once in every lifetime, comes a love like this. Oh I need you, you need me, oh my darling can’t you see. Young Ones. Darling we’re the Young Ones. Young Ones. Shouldn’t be afraid. To live, love, there’s a song to be sung. Cause we may not be the Young Ones very long.
Sometimes the world looks perfect, nothing to rearrange. Sometimes you just, get a feeling like you need some kind of change. No matter what the odds are this time, nothing’s going to stand in my way. This flame in my heart, and a long lost friend gives every dark street a light at the end. Standing tall, on the wings of my dream. Rise and fall, on the wings of my dream. The rain and thunder, the wind and haze. I’m bound for better days. It’s my life and my dream, nothing’s going to stop me now.
My bologna has a first name, it’s O-s-c-a-r. My bologna has a second name, it’s M-e-y-e-r. Oh, I love to eat it every day, and if you ask me why, I’ll say: ‘cuz Oscar Meyer has a way with b-o-l-o-g-n-a. How’s that?
I bet we been together for a million years, And I bet we’ll be together for a million more. Oh, It’s like I started breathing on the night we kissed, and I can’t remember what I ever did before. What would we do baby, without us? What would we do baby, without us? And there ain’t no nothing we can’t love each other through. What would we do baby, without us? Sha la la la.