You're itching from the fever

you get from your receiver

Forever gonna be there,

always tuning in the news

on your radio hoping for

a brainstorm bullet

Write a letter to a talk show,

hosted by a one eyed ghost

Don't deny imagination,

in a hopeless situation



Hide in your own pocket

Ride your silver rocket

Sing a simple song

Nothing can go wrong



Pop & Television turns you on

electric meditation strong enough

to be my little doll

Pop & Television sings your song

and never tells you

you are wrong,

and that's what really turns you on



Acting really brave,

cuz you know you got it made

another pop slave always

looking for a dream on your life screen,

a little something in between

You're throwing out yourself on the net,

rocking with a three legged mermaid

Sadness can be education,

madness perfect explanation



Hide in your own pocket

Ride your silver rocket

Sing a simple song

Nothing can go wrong



Pop & Television turns you on

electric meditation strong enough

to be my little doll

Pop & Television sings your song

and never tells you

you are wrong,

and that's what really turns you on



Buy your pleasure friend

Play it 'til the end

Then you start again

without the lonely desperation

a brand new guaranteed relation

You'll be a famous star

a perfect what you are

Funny situation

Enjoy your reputation, now



Pop & Television turns you on

electric meditation strong enough

to be my little doll

Pop &Television sings your song

and never tells you

you are wrong,

and that's what really turns you on