Sung to the tune of "Movin on Up" from
The Jeffersons (or in this case, The Livingstons)

Well, we're movin on up,
To the E.C.
To a deluxe appointment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the E.C.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

Akers will fry on the fleetlist;
Gumby will burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tr-y-in',
Just to get in good with Bill.
Now we're up in the E.C.,
Gettin' our turn at bat.
As long as we Fleet, it's chocolate baby,
There ain't nothin wrong with that.

Well we're movin on up,
To the E.C.
To a deluxe appointment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the E.C.
We finally got a piece of the pie.