I could be dead tomorrow, but today I'm alive,
So right now, I truly am willing to strive;
To get all I want, before death comes to take me,
So show me Heaven on Earth, you beautiful lady.
But don't give me a baby, or a headache,
Don’t waste our precious time together,
Watching repeats of Ricki Lake.
Or Jerry Springer, or even Oprah.
No I don't want to watch another soap!
Or something so soulless and devoid of inspiration.
Could you put on some tunes and turn off the television?
Just play me some music, by someone who has something to say
And let me fall in love, with a single lyric today.
By an intelligent lyricist, with a funky beat,
That makes us tap our feet and shake our thang.
Do you get me? Capiche? Do you understand what I'm saying?
Or are you too drunk, to care anymore,
I'm sorry, I'll shut up, I'm obviously a bore,
That you have to ignore, so here's the remote,
I think I'll just leave and go write a book.
