It's Teavee Time Songtext
von Iris Roberts & Jay Heyman

Hello, hello, hello!
Welcome
My name′s Doris Teavee
Ah, cups on doilies please
This is my husband Norman

What?

We have a prepared statement!

Oh, welcome to you gentlemen and ladies of the press
How wonderful to share this day with you
You've traveled far and wide
Don′t be shy, please come inside
I've plates of petit-four and cheese fondue

The reason that you've gathered
Is to meet my little boy
The hero of the good old USA
So, now if you′re all strapped in
Let the press conference begin
Little angel, do you have something to say?


Bang! Bang!
Futuristic rodeo!
See Captain Knuckleduster
Hang em′ on high
Take your hard-drive, boot em' up
For a cyber shoot em′ up
This is the life, now die!

Oh, Mike is just high spirited
That's what the doctor said
He′s just a mini version of my spouse

What?

And they said it was a phase
When he set the cat ablaze
But the authorities request, that little Mike not leave the house

And so we let him sit at the computer day and night
He's promised me that he won′t ever budge
'Cause things went from bad to worse
When he chloroformed that nurse
Darling, tell the people what you told the judge

Hack! Hack!
I sacked the Wonka mainframe
I'm Captain Knuckleduster
I′m a super spy
Cracked his password ′goldenstar'
Never had to buy a bar
This is the life, now die!


It was just a childhood prank
When he stole that German tank
But we never wish that we had had a daughter!
Medication sets us free
One for Mike, and two for me
And at six, I pour a shot of mommy water!

Well, it has been a pleasure having you inside our home
To see he′s just a little boy at play
And though I break out in the sweats
When we hide his cigarettes
We've got him down to just two packs a day

And now we′ll go to Wonka's
Where he′ll make some brand new friends
I pray to God he fits in with the gang
But, if there is no TV
It'll be like World War III
But for now let him go out with a-

Bang! Bang!
Been playing on for fifty hours
Watch Captain Knuckleduster
Make the losers cry

You can bet for sure this kid'll win

Mommy, where′s my ritalin?
This is the life, now die!

Thanks for coming!