Television

She's signing autographs for hours

The line is longer when you deal with amateurs

I've got some autographs of others

But a shirt that smells a little like her



Once the bane of my perversion

Now she's on the television



Turn it up, turn it down

Tune me in, tune me out



Bite my lip around the family

They know her holiday and summer weekend face

She's got a lovely shitcom family

Adopted one of every single race



Put yourself in my position

My ex is on the television



Turn it up, turn it down

Tune me in, tune me out



Turn it up, turn it down

Tune me in, tune me out



When you place your lips upon the screen

The spark of which you've never seen

A volume knob controls the scream



Turn it up, turn it down

Tune me in, tune me out



Turn it up, turn it down

Tune me in, tune me out



Turn it up, turn it down

Tune me in, tune me out



Turn it up, turn it down

Tune me in, tune me out