The kids got the hots
For the idiot box
No strain thy brain in vain.
Take some kids ages 1-10
And you ask them what they like for fun,
Not those with lying tongue.
One child says
"Read a pretty book,
And I'd like it to have pretty thoughts,
Sad ones depress me lots."
Tune-out yakety-yak.
Tune-in mother talk back.
Tune out to the love...
One child cries
I don't know I only do what my friends like,
This week I ride my bike.
Last ones yell,
"Nice and fine means
Staring at the tube for time,
Prime time is mine all mine."
In this fat city
We need the child
Walkin' heavy with the
True song + dance.
The kids got the hots
For the idiot box
No strain thy brain in vain.
Take some kids ages 1-10
And you ask them what they like for fun,
Not those with lying tongue.
One child says
"Read a pretty book,
And I'd like it to have pretty thoughts,
Sad ones depress me lots."
Tune-out yakety-yak.
Tune-in mother talk back.
Tune out to the love...
One child cries
I don't know I only do what my friends like,
This week I ride my bike.
Last ones yell,
"Nice and fine means
Staring at the tube for time,
Prime time is mine all mine."
In this fat city
We need the child
Walkin' heavy with the
True song + dance.
The kids got the hots
For the idiot box
No strain thy brain in vain.
Take some kids ages 1-10
And you ask them what they like for fun,
Not those with lying tongue.
One child says
"Read a pretty book,
And I'd like it to have pretty thoughts,
Sad ones depress me lots."
Tune-out yakety-yak.
Tune-in mother talk back.
Tune out to the love...
One child cries
I don't know I only do what my friends like,
This week I ride my bike.
Last ones yell,
"Nice and fine means
Staring at the tube for time,
Prime time is mine all mine."
In this fat city
We need the child
Walkin' heavy with the
True song + dance.