(to the tune of the Brady Bunch theme)
…Till the one day when this girl killed her attacker
We knew it was much more than a hunch.
That her attacker just seemed to want her baby,
That’s your fate when you screw with the Brady Bunch.
The Brady Bunch.
The Bra-dy Bunch.
“Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! Stop trying to take my baby!”