Television

Harpo

I see Lucy Ball Show
 Kojak's lollipop
 I see the rain is falling in South America
 And two men draw in a Texan town
 And one prizefighter knocks the other one down

 Good news bad news
 Good news bad news
 No news at all

 The weatherman smiles
 While a hungry child is kissing a king
 And The Osmonds sing on
 Someone's bending a spoon
 Someone's walking on the moon
 Someone's robbing a bank
 Someone's blowing a bomb on

 Television Television Television
 Television Television Television
 Television Television Television

 Through the silent universe all over the world
 Pictures in the sky
 Words are flying by
 The waves change our time
 Sail into our minds
 Still there's so many things
 That we'll never see on

 Television
 Television
 Television
 . . .

 Good news bad news
 . . .

 She's had too much whisky
 You can see the traces in her middle-aged face
 And though she's only forty-two
 She thinks she's got nothing else to do
 Than to let her evenings pass away
 While her husband falls asleep
 In front of the late

 Late late movies
 She's watching the late late late
 late midnight movies
 Watching the late late late movies
 The late late late midnight movies on

 Television
 . . .