Lyrics:

TV dinners&there's nothin' else to eat
TV dinners&they really can't be beat
I like 'em frozen, but you understand
I throw 'em in and 'wave 'em and I'm a brand new man

Oh, yeah&

TV dinners&they're goin' to my head
TV dinners&my skin is turning red
Twenty-year-old turkey in a thirty-year-old tin
I can't wait 'til tomorrow to thaw one out again

Oh, yeah&

In the night, oh my&
And they sure look fine&

TV dinners&feelin' kinda rough
TV dinners&this one's kinda tough
I like the enchiladas and the teriyaki, too
I even like the chicken&if the sauce is not too blue

In the night, oh, my
And they sure look fine&