| Lyrics: | Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the
beer
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Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on
quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help
destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated
mindless garbage
So don't create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And
thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock
and roll
How far will you go
How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds
with your sugar-coated swill
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone
sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
See the
latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on
screen
There's something I don't like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax
write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care
M.T.V. Get off the air
And so it
was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as
low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
'It's the new frontier,' they say
It's
wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a
pioneer
When you're too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.
Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all
the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget
honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one
too many lousy records!
M.T.V.-Get off the air!
NOW |
