Lyrics:

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