She says there's ants in the carpet

Dirty little monsters

Eating all the morsels

Picking up the rubbish

Give her effervescence

She needs a little sparkle

Good morning TV

You're looking so healthy

We all say

Don't want to be alone

We wear the same clothes

'Cuz we feel the same

And kiss with dry lips

When we say goodnight

End of a century

It's nothing special

Sex on the TV

Everybody's at it

And the mind gets dirty

As you get closer

To thirty

He gives her a cuddle

Glowing in a huddle

Good night TV

You're all made up

And you're looking like me

Can you eat her?

Yes, you can