Who was bringing up three very lovely girls All of them had hair of gold Like their mother The youngest one in curls It's the story of a man named Brady Who was busy with three boys of his own They were four men living all together A-yeah, but they were all alone 'Till then, one day One day When the lady met this fellow And they knew And they knew It was much more than a hunch That the group A-this group Must somehow form a family That's the way That's the way That's the way they all became The Brady Bunch