In a town that's all tinsel and teeth   It's getting hard to compete   You don't need brains or glasses   To see it in their face   Or feel it in their asses      She checks her face on the Sunset Strip   Lights a cigarette, exhales the hit   And now a word from our sponsor   Every once in a while do you have trouble getting it up   Up from the couch and the show she's been watching   Where her eyes do the listening   Her box does the talking      You have no idea I'm even alive   *TV Queen*   And if I couldn't ever see you again you'd say "well that's fine"   *TV Queen*   But you fail to see what you've done to me   And how you've come to be my TV, my TV Queen   My TV Queen   My TV Queen   Yeah      Mr. Johnson, I've got really bad news   Your girlfriend's an alien, twelve months due   Due to the smog in California   Every once in a while I have trouble getting it up   Up to the level that I know I'm missing   My eyes can't see the lips I'm kissing      You have no idea I'm even alive   *TV Queen*   And if I couldn't ever see you again you'd say "well that's fine"   *TV Queen*   But you fail to see what you've done to me   And how you've come to be my TV, my TV Queen   My TV Queen   My TV Queen   My TV Queen   Yeah