Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair

Flame up the herb

Woof down the beer



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

M.T.V. Get off the

M.T.V. Get off the air

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