The Flintstones.

I know the words to all TV theme songs from the late 60's - 70's.

I have mentioned here,or I should say, I have lamented and whined here before about not having any talent at anything.
I have waited and waited for a talent. I have tried and tried different things.
Sadly,I suck at everything.

But I have this knack for remembering stupid TV theme songs.
They just have always “stuck” in my head.
It's not like I try to remember them or anything.
If there was ever a game show where I could hear a couple notes or words and tell you the show and win zillions of dollars. I would win. Hands down.
I'd be a rich bitch humming to Gilligan's Island or Petticoat Junction.
Yea, how's that for obscure! I'm that good....and old.

Now having this great talent has gotten me nowhere.
There are no parades.
There will be no accolades.
There are no golden trophies.
There is no pot of gold.
Yes that's right nobody gives a rats ass.

My husband and I got into this goofy disagreement about the words to The Flintstones back in 1995.
Who knows where that came from to begin with but boy do we remember this event.
I remember it so well because we had laughing fits about this. For days!
I knew the words.
Rick insisted I was wrong. (when will he learn the poor boy, I am never wrong)
It bothered him for days. (Before there was Internet in all our homes)

Out of nowhere in the middle of the night, or at breaksfast or just driving somewhere he would shout what he thought were the words. All so random and out of context.
I would crack up laughing and then sing it right after him with the CORRECT words.
We’d laugh and he’d say, "Damn it Margaret someday I am going to prove you wrong." 
Oh you silly man.

We went to a Best Buy on a rainy Sunday afternoon in Seattle to buy a TV.
That morning we had just had another laughable debate about the words to this theme song.
Rick would make up lyrics that would crack me up but they weren't correct.
As we were walking in a man was walking out with a Flintstones T-shirt on.
I made a comment to Rick and I turned around to look at the man again and lo and behold the theme lyrics were written on the back of this shirt. How lucky is that?

Me, being the lunatic I am, ran over to this man and ask if he could hold still so I could prove to my husband that I was right. I know this man thought I was crazy but did as I asked.
He didn't say much. I think he was  scared of me. I'm not sure I would feel any differently if some nut job did this to me in the parking lot. I held his shirt and yelled for Rick.

Rick came over shaking his head and apologizing to this man that his wife is crazy.
But I ran my finger across the line on his back, "THROUGH THE COURTESY OF FRED’S TWO FEET."
SEE? Who was right now Mr. Smarty Pants? 

Rick burst out laughing and I thanked the man as Rick shouts, “She paid you didn’t she?”
This poor guy just looked scared and got in his car and drove off while we two knuckleheads stood in the parking lot laughing our asses off.

Just in case you don’t know the words to this little ditty it goes like this–

Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyabba-dabba-doooooooo!"
Flintstones... Meet the Flintstones,
They're a modern stone age family.
From the town of Bedrock,
They're a page right out of history.

Let's ride with the family down the street.
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet.
When you're with the Flintstones,
have a yabba dabba doo time,
a dabba doo time,
we'll have a gay old time

Flintstones... Meet the Flintstones,
They're a modern stone age family.
From the town of Bedrock,
They're a page right out of history.

Someday, maybe Fred will win the fight,
And that cat will stay out for the night.
When you're with the Flintstones,
have a yabba dabba doo time,
a dabba doo time,
we'll have a gay old time

"Wiiilllllmmmmmmaaaaaa!!!"

.....now if only there was some value to this (my)priceless knowledge.