Television Light by Todd Lerner Lyrics
What’s on cable TV?
Nah, I saw this ten times already
No, I don’t want MTV
Yech, an old black and white movie
But if I turn off the sound
I can sit here in the television light
Pour a glass full of scotch, a little ice
Drink to myself tonight
You know there might be something on regular TV (good old regular TV)
No nothing, what do I expect for free (there’s nothing on TV)
One long shot, the public broadcast channel (a documentary)
My God, that’s boring
But if I turn off the sound
That’s better with just the television light
While I freshen up my scotch, add some ice
This is turning out alright
Oh, I almost forgot, my own DVD library (yeah, DVD)
Now what do I have that’ll be fun to see (DVD)
Here’s Enter the Dragon with Bruce Lee (DVD)
I slide that in and click on play movie
Then I turn off the sound
And lay back in the television light
With another drink of scotch
I watch the picture while I slip into the night
The TV’s got no sound
I drink the last of the hot, yellow, light-headed
Scotch burning gold, warm and quiet
Inside the center of the night
I turn off the sound
And lay back in the television light
Nah, I saw this ten times already
No, I don’t want MTV
Yech, an old black and white movie
But if I turn off the sound
I can sit here in the television light
Pour a glass full of scotch, a little ice
Drink to myself tonight
You know there might be something on regular TV (good old regular TV)
No nothing, what do I expect for free (there’s nothing on TV)
One long shot, the public broadcast channel (a documentary)
My God, that’s boring
But if I turn off the sound
That’s better with just the television light
While I freshen up my scotch, add some ice
This is turning out alright
Oh, I almost forgot, my own DVD library (yeah, DVD)
Now what do I have that’ll be fun to see (DVD)
Here’s Enter the Dragon with Bruce Lee (DVD)
I slide that in and click on play movie
Then I turn off the sound
And lay back in the television light
With another drink of scotch
I watch the picture while I slip into the night
The TV’s got no sound
I drink the last of the hot, yellow, light-headed
Scotch burning gold, warm and quiet
Inside the center of the night
I turn off the sound
And lay back in the television light