Lyrics:

Please, now, tell me, what should I do?
I don't understand. Do you?
When I turn my TV on
It seems just like the picture's wrong

Lord, I tried to tune it right
I even took it outside one night
But no matter what I try
This TV-set just makes me cry

Please, my friend, now, can you make it work
I know your skills, yes, I know that you are good
I believe that you're the man
Fix this problem that's in my hand

The salesman told me: 'Listen, son
This apparatus is a smoking gun
You will be so entertained
That you will never be the same.'

I used to be glad
But now this evil thing has made me mad
The things that it shows me
Makes me do things that's really bad

I used to be glad
But now this evil thing has made me mad
The things that it shows me
Makes me do things that's really bad