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