TV TALK
(lyrics by Sally Fingerett from the Four Bitchin'Babes album,
"Fax It! Charge It! Don't Ask Me What's For Dinner!"
©1995, All Rights Reserved)
I heard about this man, wanted a wife and some children
The problem with this man is he used to be a woman
Now he wants a family, someone to understand
There she is sitting with him, wants a husband and some children
The situation here is she's not a real woman
There they are together the man who was a woman
The woman who was a man
How do I know? I've seen it on the . . .
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
Then there was this woman, who had a quirky daughter
Forty times a day the kid sticks her hands in water
Doctors say the young girl is trying just to cleanse her soul
She's a prisoner in the bathroom,
Stuck inside the bathroom,
Compulsive in the bathroom,
They film her from the bathroom
Mom would like to use the bathroom now and then you know!
Where does she go? On the . . .
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
One day Oprah's heavy,
Next day Oprah's skinny,
Next day Oprah's heavy,
Next day Oprah's skinny,
Jenny Jones had big boobs,
Now Jenny's big boobs are gone
Where'd they go? (I don't know)
One day Oprah's heavy,
Next day Oprah's skinny,
Next day Oprah's heavy,
Next day Oprah's skinny,
I'm checking in with Donahue,
He's got a nice dress on.
What's going on? On the . . .
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
They've got mothers who are dating daughters' boyfriends
Mothers who are dating daughters' girlfriends
Mothers who are dating guys who like to dress like priests
There are ninety-year-old bikers
With the rings in their noses
Then there's the bulimic eating up the roses
The anorexic brought along her feeding hoses
Oh, the things they show.
On the . . .
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
I'm just a simple woman with simple complications
I can be lazy, lacking motivation
Today I am a voyeur,
I cannot let go
I view the TV for holistic meditation
Compared to some, my life, it is perfection
Does anybody understand our attraction to people who suffer so?
Hope I never know or you'll see me on the . . .
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
Talk, Talk, TV Talk, Talk Show
Still more lyrics from the realm of the Dangerous Housewife . . .