Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair
I always talk like I'm wigged out on Quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll...
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Making sure there's nothing left of the imagination
See the latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-sync on screen
There's something I don't like
About a band who always smiles
For some schmuck who doesn't care
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
"It's the new frontier," they say
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you're too goddamn conservative
Graph-paper brained accountants
Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game
One too many lousy records?!?