Party's over, it's time to change
Shoes away I neatly arrange
Next the hairdo on the block
Put away my lovely frock
TV, TV
Underwear all tidied away
Thirty eight bust just for a day
Heels so high, my furs so fine
All a woman's things, they are mine
TV, TV
Oh, I'm a joyous glad TV
Why don't you come TV with me?
I know a girl who loves to dress me
Up like this and then caress me
To remind me of the way
I used to go both night and day
In femininity there's pride
We'll marry soon, I'll be the bride
Chi Chi Pamela or Barbara
What a good girl you really are
Poetry is awful, so is your prose
What's your gender? No one knows
TV, TV