Lynda Carter never cried when the bad men came She just looked them in the eyes and said, "Behave" And our mothers gave us loving looks And covered us in comic books We'd write city symphonies in crayon on the edge of every page And the armies crawled across our linen sheets on Monday mornings When a touch of what was going around had come around to us And our newlywed, adoptive mothers Covered us in colored covers We watched I Love Lucy and were happier than we would dare to say Silver Surfers flew inside Of our windows every other night And we'd wake up imagining, we'd wake up imagining And solar flares and fireballs Would dance around the threadbare walls And set our tiny eyes ablaze With wonder at the things we thought we knew Lynda Carter never cried when the bad men came She'd just look them in the eyes and they'd behave And we'd have our toast with marmalade Drape sheets across our shoulder blades And raid the fridge for ice cream Till we heard the keychain jangling at the door And our unwed teenage mother Gave us one too many brothers But we wrapped him in a pillowcase and loved him all the same And when Tuesday came along We went back to singing spelling songs And Saturday was there before we knew it And we'd known it all along