Do de do de do de do da
Na na na na
We've got it all together now, gang
His doggy named Mr. Cool
And the good group,
One flaky time machine
And a future chick named Cupcake.
Mr. Cool: Aye!
Oh, now the gang got zapped into that time machine
And they're, like, travelin' through time
They do not dig where that machine is goin'
But they sure hope to get back to 1957 Milwaukee!
Fonz: Can you dig it?