Titas
Television
Television
Television made me stupid, very stupid
Now all the things I think seem the same to me
Ice cream makes me left him with the flu for the rest of his life
And now every night when I go to bed it's good night, darling.
Oh, cride, tell your mother
I've never read in a book that a sneeze was a virus with no cure
See if you understand me for once, creature!
Oh cride, tell your mother!
My mother tells me to do something but I don't do it nothingness
The sunlight bothers me, so I leave the curtain closed
It's just that television made me stupid, very stupid too
And now I live inside this cage with the animals
Oh cride, tell your mother
That everything that the antenna captures my heart captures
See if you understand me at least once, creature!
Ah cride, tell your mother!