Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair  Flame up the herb  Woof down the beer  [click!]  Hi  I'm your video DJ  I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes  I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go     My job is to help destroy  What's left of your imagination  By feeding you endless doses  Of sugar-coated mindless garbage     So don't create  Be sedate  Be a vegetable at home  And thwack on that dial  If we have our way even you will believe  This is the future of rock and roll     How far will you go  How low will you stoop  To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill     You've turned rock and roll rebellion  Into Pat Boone sedation  Making sure nothing's left to the imagination     M.T.V. Get off the   M.T.V. Get off the   M.T.V. Get off the air  Get off the air     See the latest rejects from the muppet show  Wag their tits and their dicks  As they lip-synch on screen   There's something I don't like  About a band who always smiles  Another tax write-off  For some schmuck who doesn't care     M.T.V. Get off the air   And so it was  Our beloved corporate gods  Claimed they created rock video  Allowing it to sink as low in one year  As commercial TV has in 25   "It's the new frontier," they say  It's wide open, anything can happen  But you've got a lot of nerve  To call yourself a pioneer  When you're too god-damn conservative  To take real chances.     Tin-eared  Graph-paper brained accountants  Instead of music fans  Call all the shots at giant record companies now     The lowest common denominator rules  Forget honesty  Forget creativity  The dumbest buy the mostest  That's the name of the game     But sales are slumping  And no one will say why  Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?     M.T.V.-Get off the air!   NOW