It Just Says It All

This is not the post I had originally intended, but ever since last week’s repeat visits to the jukebox it has been on my mind.

Way back when we were still in the basement we sat around on the sofa one day (this was before the infamous dip incident) debating why exactly we all kept coming back.  Then someone, I do not recall who (or whom, as the case may be), said that they always felt welcomed there, that someone always noticed if they had been away for awhile and it really made them feel good.  I think there was a general agreement to this as well as comments on how we all felt better after visiting for a bit, a little more rested, a little stronger, in a better frame of mind … as if we had just spent time with the cast from Cheers.  And thus was our motto born.  No, the other one. 

Everyone knows the theme song to Cheers, right?  Or at least we all think we do.  Here for your enjoyment, ponderment, bemusement, and edification I present you with the lyrics to “Where Everybody Knows Your Name” in its entirety, because apparently it was a song before it was a theme.  These are the real honest-to-Bob lyrics, and it turns out that the whole song is an even better fit for us.  Huh, who knew? 

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you’ve got
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot
Wouldn’t you like to get away …

All those nights when you’ve got no lights
The check is in the mail
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by its tail
And your third fiancée didn’t show
Sometimes you want to go … 

Where everybody knows your name
And they’re always glad you came
You want to be where you can see
Our troubles are all the same
You want to be where everybody knows your name

Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee’s dead
The morning’s looking bright
And your shrink ran off to Europe
And didn’t even write
And your husband wants to be a girl
Be glad there’s one place in the world …

Where everybody knows your name
And they’re always glad you came
You want to go where people know
People are all the same
You want to go where everybody knows your name

Gary Portnoy and Judy Hart Angelo

118 comments August 13th, 2007