Slow Television

What’s on TV just a load of old rubbish?
Still I can’t really see without my glasses
We love Dr Who but it’s time to grow up now
I’ve got so much to do with so little know how

Watching a slow television

Talk shows are trite and the pop presenters are wacky
The weather girls all look the same and the sports announcer is tacky
We love Forrest Rangers but we no longer get them
I got a taste for nostalgia and it’s a running away…away with me again

Watch a slow television
And there’s no intermission

You spend all your life channel hopping
From one station to the next
With your concentration span fading
Is this as good as it gets

Watching a slow television
And there’s no intermission

What’s on TV just a load of old rubbish
Still I can’t really see without my glasses



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