Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Wolf down the beer
-(click!)-

Hi!
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on Quaaludes
I wear a stained 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

(MTV GET OFF THE AIR!)

How far will you go
How long will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar coated will

You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone Sedation
Making sure nothing's left of the imagination

Chorus:
MTV Get off the
MTV Get off the
MTV Get off the air
Get off the air

See the latest rjects 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 that always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care

(chorus)

And so it was
Our beloved corperate 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-damned conservative
To take real chances

Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music