I saw you on my big TV
You looked pretty cool
I like your style, even like your hair
wish I could be like you
If I could be you for a day
Boy, what wouldn’t I do
All that money, beautiful women too
It’s sure nice dreamin’ ‘bout being you
I’d talk tough. Wouldn’t take no guff
Tell my wife to take a hike
Fuck the boss and the landlord, too
Melting pot’s nothing but sour stew
The wife changes the channel, what do I see
shows ain’t got nothing to do with me
watch day after day waiting for a sign
and when it comes it’s heaven divine.
Don’t matter what channel she turns to now
you’re the only show in town
I watch and watch. My wife up and leaves
It’s just me and you and my big TV
I talk tough but never took to cookin’
The landlord’s talking that old eviction book
Donald, can help me please
They’re taking away my big TV
I’m just like you, don’t you see
I need a few simple recipes
I’m just like you, don’t you see
Please make ‘em bring back my big TV.
Donald, Donald, what will become of me
without my big TV
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