Up on the Fridge

When Katie's good at math, she gets a big fat 'A'
That's tacked up on my family's Frigidaire
And in every music contest, Joe and Myra take the prize
On our freezer, there are ribbons everywhere

And I'm proud to be their sister, but it really makes me blue
That there isn't any prize for telling people what to do
Except an invitation to Kalamazoo

Kalamazoo?
Home of the world-famous advice-a-Paloma festival!
Do you know what an invitation means Bobby?
No
A chance to finally be where I belong

Up on the fridge is where I want to be
Just like Katie, and Myra, and Joe
There's a white plastic magnet that's just the right size
Where my new invitation can go

And then every morning, I'll open the door
Get some OJ or milk and I'll see
What I dreamed of, and wished for
And hoped for, and prayed for
A prize that belongs to me!

My parents are proud but they don't understand
You can't hold a pat on the back in your hand
But up on the fridge
How I long for the day
I can point to the door and say 'Gee'
There's Katie, and Myra, and Myra and Myra
And Joe, and Katie, and Joe, and me!