Who can turn the world on with her smile? Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile? Well it’s you girl, and you should know it. With each glance and every little movement you show it. Love is all around, no need to waste it. You can have a town, why don’t you take it. You’re gonna make it after all. You’re gonna make it after all.
We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza! If anyone fights anyone of us, he’s gotta fight with me! We’re not a one to saddle up and run, Bonanza! Anyone of us who starts a little fuss knows he can count on me! One for four, four for one, this we guarantee. We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza! If anyone fights anyone of us he’s gotta fight with me!
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas; you’ve just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.
Lady Godiva was a freedom rider, she didn’t care if the whole world looked. Joan of Arc with the Lord to guide her, she was a sister who really cooked. Isadora was the first bra burner, ain’t you glad she showed up. And when the country was falling apart Betsy Ross got it all sewed up. And then there’s Maude. That old compromisin’, enterprisin’, anything but tranquilizing, right-on Maude.