I wanta tell you a story
'Bout the Dooright Family.
That soul singing gospel group
From the hills of Tennessee.
They travel in a silver eagle
With eight rooms and a shower.
And every Sunday afternoon
You can tune 'em in
On the
Dooright hour.
«Oh yes friends and neighbors
We are the Dooright Family.
Broadcasting over the airwaves
From Nashville, Tennessee.
Reach over and turn up
Your radio's
And we'll bring our music to ya
And pretty soon you'll shout hallelujah!»
Well you've the Dooright {dooright},
Dooright {dooright},
Dooright {dooright},
Dooright {dooright}
Yes it's the doo-Dooright's
You know you can't go wrong!
«Here's brother Therman.»
«howdy neighbors».
«Sister Doris and Sister Dewdrop».
«Praise glory!».
«Oh bless your hearts, girls».
«Bless your heart, Daddy;
Bless your heart Virgil,
Bless your heart Mama,
Bless your…»
«Hold it!
That's enough heart blessing.
Here's brother Virgil».
«Lordy, lordy, lordy».
«Atta boy, Virgil
And of course friends
I'm Daddy Dooright!»
«No show would be complete.
You wouldn't dare delete.
She can't be beat,
You're in for a treat,
She'll sweep you off of your feet.
So hang on to your seats.
Prepare to meet and greet
Our dear sweet Mama…»
«Hallelujah friends and neighbors.
Never give in to that sin and temptation
That's lurking in the shadows
But constantly strive
For that burning beacon
On the distant horizon… ha, ha, ha, ha,».
«Okay, Mama, that's enough».
«Ha, ha, ha, ha,..»
«Hush Mama, Virgil!»
(Virgil pushes Mama's face into the piano keys!)
«Now play the piano Mama».
One afternoon in an all-night sing
They were making those rafters ring.
Had that audience
Clapping on one and three,
Oh mercy!
Wasn't too long before they hit a groove
And then the spirit began to move
Ol' Therman right over the edge
And he began to preach:
«Flock, a-ha.
I just want to say a few words
About them discotechs.
People's in there drinkin.
People's in there smokin',
People's in there dancing, a-ha.
Where they just git out there in a big pile, uh-huh,
And jus' gyrate around like a bunch' o wild heathens, uh-huh,
I tell you flock, a-ha,
Them discotechs
Ain't nothin' but a regular Sodom and Gamore, a-ha.
Where you goin', Virgil, a-ha?»
«I'm goin' over to one of those discotechs!»
«You come back here, Virgil, a-ha!»
«Never give in to sin and temptation
That lurks in the shadows
But constantly strive
For the burning beacon
On the distant horizon. Ha, ha, ha,…»
«That's enough. Hush Mama, Virgil!»
(Virgil bangs Mama's head into the piano a second time)
«Now play the piano Mama!».
Well, the tears were streaming down every face.
There wasn't a dry eye in the place.
One woman had her eyes rolled back
And she was speaking in tongues!
Even the Dooright's were moved by the sermon
And Daddy reached out and hugged ol' Therman
And all did the last chorus
Like it never been sung:
Well you've the Dooright {dooright},
Dooright {dooright},
Dooright {dooright},
Dooright {dooright}
And we invite you
To help us sing our song.
The Dooright…
Yes it's the doo-Dooright's
You know you can't go wrong!
Dooright, dooright, dooright, dooright, dooright…
«Go for another octave, Virgil!»
(Virgil explodes)
«What was that?»
«Oh no! Virgil's done gone so slow
He's exploded
Right there on stage friends!»
«Hallelujah!»
«Play the piano, Mama!
Friends, till we meet again
Keep them cards and letters comin' in.
And don't forget
The autographed song books
For sale
As you leave the building.
Got pictures of the entire Dooright Family
Standing in front of the lavender bus.
Lordy, Virgil,
Will you cut that out?
You can't sing that low!
Friends, look for the Dooright bus
Comin' through your town real soon.
Virgil! Virgil!!!»