Wake up, switch on   I eat my breakfast and the picture goes wrong      give it a slap,   give it a jog   I better hurry or   I'll miss the epilogue   ride high without a saddle   down the rapids on a boat without a paddle      I am the scourge of the   high seas   just you watch'em running when   they hear about me      chorus:   one two three...   hail t.v.   watching dirty harry   made a man of me   here I stand, t.v. man   I've got all the angels      eating out of my hand...   I got the good,   bad and ugly traits   but even dirty harry was allowed to make mistakes...      knock, knock,      there's someone at the door   I can't imagine, I      can't imagine   I can't imagine   what they come around here for...   could be the rent...   or h.p.      whatever it is they gonna bleed me   I've got no money...