Do you want to see some Angel
Do you want to see Ishtar
Do you want Bilbo Baggins, Dude Where's My Car?
Do you want to see Dead Poets
Do you want to see The Ring?
You could see anything
Do you want to see another of Big Brother
Under covers, you could even see Man on The Moon.

Do you want to see The Slayer
Do you want to see The Sting?
Let me tell you something
You just don't need to think
You see they're real bugs on Fear Factor
When they're buried in sick flies
By the Darkwing in your eyes
Though John Tesh has Brill-cream-ized
Still...you turn it on.

Do you want to see Willow, share my Day Of The Dead
Do you want to see Heathers lying in your bed?
Do you want to see Colors, Flubber, Jag, A-Team
The great Mr. T.
Every day a little Patton
A little Madden
Someone get me Aladdin.

Do you want to see some Springer
Do you want new Cheech and Chong?
Let me tell you something
You just couldn't see more bong
You see I really have to tell you
That it all gets so George Wendt
From my X-Files rents
To a dozen gleams of Sixth Sense
Still...you turn it on.