M.T.V. - Get Off the Air

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb, wolf down the beer) [Spoken Intro] 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 MTV, get off the air! [Verse 1] 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 that nothing's left to the imagination [Chorus] MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the air! MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the air! Get off the air! [Verse 2] See the latest rejects from the Muppet Show Shake their tits and their dicks as they lip-sync 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 [Chorus] MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the air! MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the, MTV, get off the air! Get off the air! Get off the air! Get off the air! [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 3] 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 twenty-five [Verse 4] "It's the new frontier," they say "It's wide open, anything can happen" But you've got a lot of nerve to call yourself a pioneer When you're too goddamned conservative to take real chances [Verse 5] Tin-eared, graph-paper-brained Accountants instead of music fans Call all the shots at giant record companies now The lowest common denominator rules [Verse 6] Forget honesty, forget creativity The dumbest buy the mostest, that's the name of the game But sales are slumping, and no one will say why Could it be they put out one too many lousy records? [Outro] MTV, get off the air now!