Lyrics:
and the doodle bops
Somewhere between 60 minutes and criminal minds, hey mom, hey dad"
What's on the boob tube?
What's on the boob tube tonight?
What's
world is corrupted
In silence we stay
Liars!
Boob-tube makes it all funny
When heroes of past starve
Instead of talent there's beautiful dummy
We're
know you're what they wanted
Boob tube junkies trained like monkeys
Are voting in the biggest flunkies, how
While corporate climbers on their asses
Are
on the Boulevard to brotherhood buddies
Poking in my pocket it's an E for the moneys
Jay and all the jokes that jet in the Jettas
While I'm at the boob tube
When I'm watchin' TV
I'm a boob tube devotee
Think I'm losin' my sanity
I'm addicted to Regis and Kathie Lee
Forever I will always be
Glued to my TV
you's gonna take me a whole lot more than that
If I'm gonna watch a game, gonna need me a boob tube
If I'm gonna to the lake, gotta take an igloo
If I'm
and shit
Running 'round town while at home I sit
Staring at my boob tube
Listen to the box for a new groove
If I don't hear it then
I get my spirit lifted
I
to fiery needs by golden boys
In ad empires
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the boob tube
Fiction of the papers
was all alone
Couldn't watch the boob tube, because my fuse was blown
Picked up the bat phone, to drop a line to you
Maybe 10:15, or maybe 10:22
Where
gonna do
Bad news, misused
Got too much to lose
Gimme some truth
Now whose side are we on
Whatever you say, turn on the boob tube
I'm in the mood
gonna do
Bad news, misused
Got too much to lose
Gimme some truth
Now whose side are we on
Whatever you say, turn on the boob tube
I'm in the mood
gonna do
Bad news, misused
Got too much to lose
Gimme some truth
Now whose side are we on
Whatever you say, turn on the boob tube
I'm in the mood
to fiery needs by golden boys
In ad empires
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the boob tube
Fiction of the papers
brain is full of bricks
Rock show, video
Boob tube, rubik's cube
Game fools, Sunday school
Gain fans(? ), gobble gangs(? )
Wonka wonka wonka
There's
Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Fin'ly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Fin'ly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
my teacher called the boob tube
But what do boobs got to do with Scooby-Doo
I bust rhymes like the doobie do, in my mind
Picture movies roll
shocking only the sheep that are spun
Sit at home all day with that boob tube on
Got your boobs out & your name is Sean
Got that CNN blaring in your ear
That
back in her boob tube
And that's a select few of my tricks, "You are the shit!"
I fuck the poo out of chicks and get fondue on my dick
I'm getting ready
boob-tubes top,
Like Tom Cruise in a dress shirt and tube-socks,
And yelling 'BO!' like the strings in my shoes' knots,
In a frenzy, eyeballs bulging,
Like
have to use my brain no more
When people ask me what I think
I say I think that I'm extinct
The boob tube's playing on my phone
I wish you kids get off
The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included,
in a matter of seconds you will be excluded.
Checka check it out.
East Coast stomp in action for rich
pushed in prime time
Choose you booze and ooze into the boob tube
Fuckin' with the facts they can't handle the true
You must be crazy to be free
Must be
thru hard times came out a different dude
No one paid attention now
All there eyes glued
On the Boob Tube Zebra Suit Blue shoes
Everything we do is baby
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