Digital T.V.,
and a cable box, too.
8,000 channels,
but the T.V.'s still blue.
Watching Monday Night Football,
and late night C-Span.
Diane on 20-20,
and you're sitting on your can.

And you haven't lifted your finger off the clicker,
watch every show in an hour if you punch it quicker.

Set up three T.V.'s,
comes with PIP, too.
TiVo recording Oprah,
while Bogie does the groove.
Haven't left your loveseat,
in a least a week.
Connected to the whole wide world,
but man, you're life does stink.

Sitting there watching the T.V. channel,
but someone else's hand on the remote control panel.

Stereo surround sound,
give your neighbor's ears an ache.
You can watch all the Pac 10 play,
dude, you really need a break.
Children are named after sitcom shows,
you nicknamed your wife "the Fonz".
You consider Bob Hope your best friend,
when are you getting his face bronzed?

13 channel clickers for you to choose from,
your electrical system wired like a nuclear bomb.

They cancelled Friends the other day,
your really lost your nerve.
Watch the French Connection the 15th time,
hoping that Gene Hackman will swerve.
A murder spree in L.A.,
a car wreck in France.
CNN will update live,
you love how Dr. Phil rants.

You must be installing your 3rd satillite dish,
want to watch everything everywhere, you got your wish.

You can't control your life,
like you control your T.V.

11/29/2003

Posted on 11/29/2003
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