Album Name : This Fire
Release Date : 2007-07-23
Song Duration : 2:29
John McCutcheon Boob On Our Tv
On a cold mid-winter evening
Just like every year
We had the neighbors over
For football, food and beer
Half way through the big game
My son yanked at my sleeve
Saying, "Dad come in the living room
"There's a thing you won't believe!"
Chorus:
Daddy, there's a boob on our TV
Right there for all the world to see
They were dancing all about
Now Janet's got her headlight out
And Daddy, there's a boob on our TV
The Super Bowl's no place
For this kind of crude display
It's family entertainment
At least that's what they say
It's time to sell Viagra,
Beer and SUVs
And watch some steroid-pumped-up guys
Knock heads on our TVs
Chorus:
Daddy, there's a boob on our TV
Right there for all the world to see
A magnificent production
A mammary of mass destruction
And Daddy, there's a boob on our TV
Bridge:
What could be more horrible?
A woman's breast in view
And right before "The Sopranos!"
What’s a Dad to do?
Now it's just a few months later
And already they've begun
The lies are being told
The mud is being slung
It’s still five months til November
An eternity it seems
And every night I know
It'll haunt me in my dreams...
Chorus:
Daddy, there's a boob on our TV
Right there for all the world to see
Selling crap and hawing war
That’s what the media is for
Bring me back the Super Bowl
Where is my remote control?
Daddy, there’s a boob…right there on the tube
Daddy, there's a boob on our TV
