Who hosts a dinner each Friday night,

expecting her daughter to keep quiet?

which grandmother, mother, granddaughter do I

run to when I need an escape from my life?

 

Oh, only the Gilmores!

 

Whose blood is comprised of mostly coffee?

Who dates a teenage trouble making hottie?

Who has a best friend whose stove caught on fire?

And who has a roommate who attacks if you surprise her?

 

Oh, only the Gilmores!

 

Who takes a teen mag quiz, finds out he’s an Autumn?

Who takes his daughter’s fiancée out golfing?

Who has a fiancée who won’t stop talking

about her eating junk food, but he’s kinda joshin?

 

Oh, only the Gilmores!

 

Who will delight us with magic again soon?

What little town will we see under the moon?

We’ve got winter, and spring, and summer, and fall,

and back to Stars Hollow we’ll go, one and all.

 

To commemorate such a momentous occasion

we must make sure we show our extreme elation!

To everyone out there, to every nation!

Can you tell me the family of whom I’m singing praises?

 

Oy with the poodles, already!  I say.

Let’s all get ready for Gilmore revival day!

 

Why?  Because it’s the Gilmores!