Collect your senses and your wits
And what you've left on your mind
All the so called modern caring virtues
Are likely to change, you'll find
So let's turn on the TV, wake up
You know what - that sounds better it's all for free
Turn on the TV as it takes a horizontal hold
On your energy
Just gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here
Gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here
Go to the place over the hill
Where the grass is greener
Where the life is sweeter
And all the time we know
That it never is, that it never is
That it never is, that it never is
And it's very likely that we never will
Turn on the TV - find myself a-talking to
One of those quadraphonic pioneers
Turn on the TV - he said give up that stereo
Boy I said I've only got two ears
Turn on the TV - things ain't so black and white
When grey is the colour of my best friend's sweater
Turn on the TV - and relay some greatest circulated idea, yeah
Just gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here
Gotta get, gotta get, gotta go, gotta get up out of here
Go to the place over the hill
Where the grass is greener
Where the life is sweeter
And all the time we know
That it never is, that it never is
That it never is, that it never is
And it's very likely that we never will
