Letras:
Hey Hey Radio Television

CAN?T TURN ME OFF!? BUT I CAN?T STAND YOU ?KEEP ON WATCHING ME? I?M BORED OF THIS WORLD BREAK ME DOWN WHEN I?M FEAR TO LOSE CONTROL LOST IN TELEVISION

why I call her Trisha Her nails are manicured, her hair has been conditioned Don't worry 'bout her rate, she ain't in no competition She should be on television or on the radio

and shine the light Culture vanish on the television pimpin' those On "Cribs" in a home that they never own Damn, tell me that once again Radio and

about we watch television? Bert (irritated): Ernie ... (Sits up in bed.) Stop hitting me, Ernie! (Ernie stops.) Let me tell me you something. You can not watch television, because television

smash a tv We're some hott mother fucka's it's no doubt about We do the rock star ohh Do the rock star, yeah Get real drunk, fuck, fuck, fuck Kick in the radio

would give you up Stay, and the day would keep its trust Stay, and the night would be enough Faraway, so close Up with the static and the radio With satellite television

Hey, I shoulda known better than to rob that bus Just-a twelve bucks layin' in the tray Now I hear the sheriff on the radio We gotta crawl out back and

would give you up Stay, and the day would keep its trust Stay, and the night would be enough Faraway, so close Up with the static and the radio With satellite television

shit don't come out till next week (Die slow) Hey yo, I like the nigga's beats (Die slow) Yo that shit be comin' bugged out (Die slow) Hey yo, that nigga