CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Vidiots
(Now only Mike Teavee and Charlie are left. Willy leads the increasingly nervous group through the dark cellars where all his mistakes are kept. Finally they arrive at a room he calls, the Department of The Future, staffed by white suited Oompa-loompa technicians. Willy demonstrates Chocolate Television. Where normal television sends pictures through space, this sends chocolate through space. Mike is intrigued and despite Willy’s protests, he puts himself before the cameras, presses the remote and disappears in a puff of smoke. As a mortified Mrs. Teavee looks on, Willy and the Oompa-loompas search for him on the monitors.)
Hey, Wonka, if you can send chocolate by TV, can you send a person too?
Oh, I suppose so, but there might be some technical issues…
Alas, alas, poor Mike Teavee
For OMG, he's ADD
You can’t stop progress, I’m doing it!
Uh, Mike… no!
He's like so many nowadays
It’s awfully modern, this malaise
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mike Teavee TV Show!
For every child that threw a fit
The TV set would babysit
Mr. Wonka where is he?
I’m looking, I’m looking! There’s so many channels!
Attention spans have gone pell-mell
There's only time for LOL
The little people are singing again. That’s never a good sign.
They never step outside to play
Their world is dark both night and day
He’s jumping from screen to screen!
I think it’s called channel hopping.
The skies of blue, the pinks, the greens
Are only viewed on laptop screens
Get him out of there!
I’m on TV! Look at me! Look at me!
They only move and exercise
What’s happened to him?
Their clicking finger and their thumb
He’s shrunk to fi t the TV screen.
Each brain cell overloads and dies
Will he ever go back to normal?
As all their limbs are turning numb
No one ever goes back to normal after they’ve been on television.
Vidiots!
They’re just vidiots!
The age of innocence is gone
Once certain sites are clicked upon
The images that they repeat
Once in the brain you can’t delete
And then like some barbaric huns
Our toddlers all are packing guns
Now children curse and smoke cigars
Our nurseries now have prison bars
They scream and rant and raise their fists
And fire their psychiatrists
We hear them all, the teenage horde
They scream the battle cry “we’re bored!”
Their minds will surely turn to mush
With words that make an ex-con blush
They never mind their ps and qs
They long for piercings and tattoos
Vidiots!
They’re just vidiots!
It’s years since I’ve been to a rave!
With all this info at a click
A book will rot upon the shelf
If all the answers come too quick
A child won’t think for himself
Each day they text on their new toy
Their thoughts and their location
But OMG, will this destroy
The art of conversation?
So sing the story, Mrs. T
What's now become of Mike Teavee
From wasting his entire brain
He's stuck inside his own domain
He'll channel surf till whereupon
He'll find that nothing good is on
And there is no remote control
That he can use to find his soul
His secrets now are yours and mine
'Cause everything he's got's online
And who will watch just Mike Teavee
When there is newer junk to see?
What once was viral's soon forgot
But hand the clicker to his mom
His future's not completely shot
His new address is
Mike dot com
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
Hey, Wonka, if you can send chocolate by TV, can you send a person too?
Oh, I suppose so, but there might be some technical issues…
Alas, alas, poor Mike Teavee
For OMG, he's ADD
You can’t stop progress, I’m doing it!
Uh, Mike… no!
He's like so many nowadays
It’s awfully modern, this malaise
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mike Teavee TV Show!
For every child that threw a fit
The TV set would babysit
Mr. Wonka where is he?
I’m looking, I’m looking! There’s so many channels!
Attention spans have gone pell-mell
There's only time for LOL
The little people are singing again. That’s never a good sign.
They never step outside to play
Their world is dark both night and day
He’s jumping from screen to screen!
I think it’s called channel hopping.
The skies of blue, the pinks, the greens
Are only viewed on laptop screens
Get him out of there!
I’m on TV! Look at me! Look at me!
They only move and exercise
What’s happened to him?
Their clicking finger and their thumb
He’s shrunk to fi t the TV screen.
Each brain cell overloads and dies
Will he ever go back to normal?
As all their limbs are turning numb
No one ever goes back to normal after they’ve been on television.
Vidiots!
They’re just vidiots!
The age of innocence is gone
Once certain sites are clicked upon
The images that they repeat
Once in the brain you can’t delete
And then like some barbaric huns
Our toddlers all are packing guns
Now children curse and smoke cigars
Our nurseries now have prison bars
They scream and rant and raise their fists
And fire their psychiatrists
We hear them all, the teenage horde
They scream the battle cry “we’re bored!”
Their minds will surely turn to mush
With words that make an ex-con blush
They never mind their ps and qs
They long for piercings and tattoos
Vidiots!
They’re just vidiots!
It’s years since I’ve been to a rave!
With all this info at a click
A book will rot upon the shelf
If all the answers come too quick
A child won’t think for himself
Each day they text on their new toy
Their thoughts and their location
But OMG, will this destroy
The art of conversation?
So sing the story, Mrs. T
What's now become of Mike Teavee
From wasting his entire brain
He's stuck inside his own domain
He'll channel surf till whereupon
He'll find that nothing good is on
And there is no remote control
That he can use to find his soul
His secrets now are yours and mine
'Cause everything he's got's online
And who will watch just Mike Teavee
When there is newer junk to see?
What once was viral's soon forgot
But hand the clicker to his mom
His future's not completely shot
His new address is
Mike dot com
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
