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Vidiots
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Original London Cast of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
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(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!
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