Television

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 whiskey 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