You're itching from the fever
  you get from your receiver
  Forever gonna be there,
  always tuning in the news
  on your radio hoping for
  a brainstorm bullet
  Write a letter to a talk show,
  hosted by a one eyed ghost
  Don't deny imagination,
  in a hopeless situation
    Hide in your own pocket
  Ride your silver rocket
  Sing a simple song
  Nothing can go wrong
    Pop & Television turns you on
  electric meditation strong enough
  to be my little doll
  Pop & Television sings your song
  and never tells you
  you are wrong,
  and that's what really turns you on
    Acting really brave,
  cuz you know you got it made
  another pop slave always
  looking for a dream on your life screen,
  a little something in between
  You're throwing out yourself on the net,
  rocking with a three legged mermaid
  Sadness can be education,
  madness perfect explanation
    Hide in your own pocket
  Ride your silver rocket
  Sing a simple song
  Nothing can go wrong
    Pop & Television turns you on
  electric meditation strong enough
  to be my little doll
  Pop & Television sings your song
  and never tells you
  you are wrong,
  and that's what really turns you on
    Buy your pleasure friend
  Play it 'til the end
  Then you start again
  without the lonely desperation
  a brand new guaranteed relation
  You'll be a famous star
  a perfect what you are
  Funny situation
  Enjoy your reputation, now
    Pop & Television turns you on
  electric meditation strong enough
  to be my little doll
  Pop &Television sings your song
  and never tells you
  you are wrong,
  and that's what really turns you on