NACD (lyrics written out for Grandma Clark) to the Village People's classic YMCA

Hey kids, there’s a place you can go
I said hey kids, it’s a place you all know
I mean, hey kids, you will be so much smarter
Just to be with Mr. Bob, Oh
That's right, it’s a place like no other
You can go there, just bring your dad or your mother
Plan to stay long, some of the paperwork’s lengthy
Unless you filled it out ahead of time
You will love coming out to NACD
You’ll have so much fun at NACD
You can get your eval, you can play with puzzles, you can color with Ms. Denise (NACD's secretary)
Hey kids, I was once just like you
I was on program, and wore an ear plug to school
I did pleoptics, and wore an eye patch at night,
And look at me I turned out all right
That’s right, my mom was head of a chapter,
We would all go, to program then the park after
Somehow when Bob, said that our goals were achieved
We’d still leave with HARDER BOOKS TO READ!
I grew up as a kid in NACD
I learned my sequencing in NACD
Bob taught my sister to crawl, my brothers to catch a ball,
We are all so proud of our dominance!
NACD—come on out to NACD
If you get yourself there, you can climb up the stairs
And spin in Bob’s leather office chair!
NACD, come on out to NACD