Stan Freberg - Tele-Vee-Shun lyrics

Tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun I'm sick of it Tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun Hey, Mister General Public, do you realize That we got a generation here of staring eyes The women never bother getting housework done They just sit around gawking at tele-vee-shun! The kiddies never run and playing out of door On top of that, they never reading books no more You ask them, Who's the father of our country, mon? They say, Was either Walt Disney or Ed Sullivan! Oh, tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun I'm-a sick from-a looking on tele-vee-shun I got a weak in the eyes Weak in the head likewise From sitting and looking on tele-vee-shun The burgler comes sneaking in and breaks the latch While Grandma, she is looking on the wrestling match She throws him on the floor although she's ninety years old She says, I got him with a stepover toehold! I turn on Elvis Presley and my daughter scream I fear she have a nervous breakdown 'cause of him I wonder why he wiggle-waggle to the beat As a boy, he must have had a loose bicycle seat Oh, tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun I'm-a sick from-a looking on tele-vee-shun I got a weak in the eyes Weak in the head likewise From sitting and looking on tele-vee-shun The children of the country eat their dinner, you bet But they eat it sitting in front of the TV set They got pudding in their ears, from the north to the south From eating while watching, and missing their mouth Last night, a very unusual thing occurred The baby, he is saying his very first word I have him on my shoulder for to make him burp Instead he open his mouth and say, "Wyatt Earp!" Oh, tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun Take it away Tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun I watch the Late Late Movie, and I climb the stairs Get into bed, and have tele-vee-shun nightmares Complete with bad commercials that repeat all night Both in compatible color and black and white Someday, my son grow up and want to go to sea So he probably go and try to join U.S. Navy He get an aptitude test, mon - now, here's the rub They find him best suited for watching Mickey Mouse Club! Oh, tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun I'm-a sick from-a looking on tele-vee-shun I got a weak in the eyes Weak in the head likewise From sitting and looking on (Sing it again, mon!) Tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun I'm-a sick from-a looking on tele-vee-shun I got a weak in the eyes The you-know-what likewise From sitting and looking on tele-vee-shun Videotape Tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun May help somewhat Tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun But is it art? Tele-vee-shun Tele-vee-shun Don't make me laugh