In the glowing happy rays of stupidity
My IQ falls in a steady slow drip.
Cowboys, Indians, and show-tunes,
Force this horror trip

I try to turn my head away
From Its evil clutches
But struggling I only die,
To my mother's crutches.

Excitement! Money! Fame!
They are all about to come my way
If only I watch one more minute
Only one more day!

Sexy, hip, Crazy and chic
Hynotic illusion
Welcome to my nightmare
Self-inflicted dillusion