T.V. Playtime

Lyrics

Let's go Martian soldiers uniformed, walking home from school Holding hands across the road, satchel cap and rule T.V. playtime Video game time Daddy sits at home at night, we don't know where he's been He stares right through my mom and me, his eyes fixed on the screen Mommy knits alone at night, a sweater made for Jim I'm sure Dad loves her very much, she never talks to him T.V. playtime Video game time La la, la la la la la la La la, la la la La la, la la la la la la La [?], the picture's gone, Daddy seems upset His fists are pounding up and down, on the T.V. set Mommy's throwing a tantrum, I think she's dropped a stitch Now Daddy's getting really mad, as I just broke the switch T.V. playtime Video game time Daddy went to work today, to the white house on the hill He still looked mad when he went out, they said "If looks could kill..." Doesn't really matter now, cos war has just begun They knew it would be jolly good, but never this much fun! T.V.O.D Video brain break-down La la, la la la la la la La la, la la la La la, la la la la la la Ahhhhhhhhh