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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 turnin' red Twenty year old turkey in a thirty year old tin I can't wait until tomorrow, and thaw one out again Oh, yeah! TV dinners, I'm feelin' kinda rough TV dinners, this one's kinda tough I like the enchiladas, and the teriaki too I even like the chicken, if the sauce is not too blue And they're mine, all mine, Oh, yeah! And they sure are fine Whoo! Gotta have 'em Gimme somethin' now
Writer(s): Billy Gibbons, Joe Hill, Lee Beard Frank Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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