I see Lucy Ball Show

Kojak's lollipop

I see the rain is falling in South America

And two men draw in a Texan town

And one prizefighter knocks the other one down



Good news bad news

Good news bad news

No news at all



The weatherman smiles

While a hungry child is kissing a king

And The Osmonds sing on

Someone's bending a spoon

Someone's walking on the moon

Someone's robbing a bank

Someone's blowing a bomb on



Television Television Television

Television Television Television

Television Television Television



Through the silent universe all over the world

Pictures in the sky

Words are flying by

The waves change our time

Sail into our minds

Still there's so many things

That we'll never see on



Television

Television

Television

. . .



Good news bad news

. . .



She's had too much whisky

You can see the traces in her middle-aged face

And though she's only forty-two

She thinks she's got nothing else to do

Than to let her evenings pass away

While her husband falls asleep

In front of the late



Late late movies

She's watching the late late late

late midnight movies

Watching the late late late movies

The late late late midnight movies on



Television