The Boob Tube

Television
It’s a modern miracle
At least that’s what the television people say
And I guess it must be
How else could you get 200,000,000 minds
Joined together
To watch almost as many electronic dots
Talk about the weather
And who would have believed
Regis Philbin and Pamela Anderson
The Sopranos and Mickey Mouse
Would someday push Hemingway
Shakespeare and Mozart
Out of the house
Why I even hear
We can thank TV forgiving marriage new hope
People only talk during the commercials
And who can have an argument
In the time it takes to sell a bar of soap
But with all these miracles
There’s still one thing I don’t get
How come my TV keeps playing the same old movie
With some purple-eyed, six-legged spaceman
Who decides to take himself to our leader
And then walks up to a television set