Turn On The TV

Ahhh

Collect your senses and your wits

And what you've left on your mind

All the so called modern caring virtues

Are likely to change, you'll find

So let's turn on the TV, wake up

You know what - that sounds better it's all for free

Turn on the TV as it takes a horizontal hold

On your energy

Just gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here

Gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here

Go to the place over the hill

Where the grass is greener

Where the life is sweeter

And all the time we know

That it never is, that it never is

That it never is, that it never is

And it's very likely that we never will

Turn on the TV - find myself a-talking to

One of those quadraphonic pioneers

Turn on the TV - he said give up that stereo

Boy I said I've only got two ears

Turn on the TV - things ain't so black and white

When grey is the colour of my best friend's sweater

Turn on the TV - and relay some greatest circulated idea, yeah

Just gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here

Gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here

Go to the place over the hill

Where the grass is greener

Where the life is sweeter

And all the time we know

That it never is, that it never is

That it never is, that it never is

And it's very likely that we never will