Vidiots
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โฑ๏ธ 2:42 duration
๐ ID: 28183029
๐ Lyrics
My God, Wonka, what's happened to him?!
He shrunk to fit the screen!
Will he ever go back to normal?
No one ever goes back to normal after they've been on television
It's a well known fact
Alas! Alas! Poor Mike Teavee
For OMG, he's A.D.D
He's like so many nowadays
It's awfully modern this whole days
Whenever Mikey threw a fit
The TV set would babysit
The only things that Mike can spell
Are FYI and LOL
He never goes outside to play
His world is dark, both night and day
The skies, the blue, the pinks, the greens
He only views on laptop screens
He only tries to exercise
His clicking finger and his thumb
Each brain cell overloads and dies
As all his limbs are turning numb!
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
The age of innocence is gone
When certain sites are clicked upon
And images that they repeat
Once in the brain, you can't delete
They only move from site to site
Or when they're swiping left to right
They post and chat and stream about
And stare until their eyes pop out
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotized by it
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking, ghastly junks
It clogs and clutters up the mind
It rots the senses in the head
It makes a child dull and blind
It kills imagination day
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
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
Of what's become of Mike Teavee
From wasting his entire brain
He's stuck inside his own domain
He'll channel surf from whereupon
He'll find that nothing good is on
And there is no remote control!
That he can use to find his soul
So please, oh, please, we beg and pray
To throw the phones and tech away
And in their place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall
And later each and every kid
Will listen to the things you say
They'll love you more for what you did
And you can dance the night away!
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
They're just vidiots, yeah!
He shrunk to fit the screen!
Will he ever go back to normal?
No one ever goes back to normal after they've been on television
It's a well known fact
Alas! Alas! Poor Mike Teavee
For OMG, he's A.D.D
He's like so many nowadays
It's awfully modern this whole days
Whenever Mikey threw a fit
The TV set would babysit
The only things that Mike can spell
Are FYI and LOL
He never goes outside to play
His world is dark, both night and day
The skies, the blue, the pinks, the greens
He only views on laptop screens
He only tries to exercise
His clicking finger and his thumb
Each brain cell overloads and dies
As all his limbs are turning numb!
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
The age of innocence is gone
When certain sites are clicked upon
And images that they repeat
Once in the brain, you can't delete
They only move from site to site
Or when they're swiping left to right
They post and chat and stream about
And stare until their eyes pop out
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotized by it
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking, ghastly junks
It clogs and clutters up the mind
It rots the senses in the head
It makes a child dull and blind
It kills imagination day
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
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
Of what's become of Mike Teavee
From wasting his entire brain
He's stuck inside his own domain
He'll channel surf from whereupon
He'll find that nothing good is on
And there is no remote control!
That he can use to find his soul
So please, oh, please, we beg and pray
To throw the phones and tech away
And in their place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall
And later each and every kid
Will listen to the things you say
They'll love you more for what you did
And you can dance the night away!
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
Vidiots
They're just vidiots
They're just vidiots, yeah!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.32] My God, Wonka, what's happened to him?!
[00:02.39] He shrunk to fit the screen!
[00:04.76] Will he ever go back to normal?
[00:06.52] No one ever goes back to normal after they've been on television
[00:09.43] It's a well known fact
[00:11.45] Alas! Alas! Poor Mike Teavee
[00:13.40] For OMG, he's A.D.D
[00:15.41] He's like so many nowadays
[00:17.44] It's awfully modern this whole days
[00:19.20] Whenever Mikey threw a fit
[00:21.24] The TV set would babysit
[00:23.32] The only things that Mike can spell
[00:24.97] Are FYI and LOL
[00:27.01] He never goes outside to play
[00:29.03] His world is dark, both night and day
[00:31.02] The skies, the blue, the pinks, the greens
[00:32.73] He only views on laptop screens
[00:34.81] He only tries to exercise
[00:36.44] His clicking finger and his thumb
[00:38.78] Each brain cell overloads and dies
[00:40.60] As all his limbs are turning numb!
[00:44.78] Vidiots
[00:47.68] They're just vidiots
[00:52.05] The age of innocence is gone
[00:54.04] When certain sites are clicked upon
[00:56.19] And images that they repeat
[00:57.94] Once in the brain, you can't delete
[00:59.91] They only move from site to site
[01:01.99] Or when they're swiping left to right
[01:03.75] They post and chat and stream about
[01:05.73] And stare until their eyes pop out
[01:07.62] They sit and stare and stare and sit
[01:09.54] Until they're hypnotized by it
[01:11.68] Until they're absolutely drunk
[01:13.54] With all that shocking, ghastly junks
[01:15.48] It clogs and clutters up the mind
[01:17.34] It rots the senses in the head
[01:19.14] It makes a child dull and blind
[01:21.30] It kills imagination day
[01:23.39] Vidiots
[01:26.05] They're just vidiots
[01:30.74] With all this info at a click
[01:32.61] A book will rot upon the shelf!
[01:34.53] If all the answers come too quick
[01:36.66] A child won't think for himself
[01:38.45] Each day they text on their new toy
[01:40.45] Their thoughts and their location!
[01:42.30] But OMG, will this destroy
[01:43.87] The art of conversation?
[01:46.40] So sing the story, Mrs. T
[01:48.49] Of what's become of Mike Teavee
[01:50.26] From wasting his entire brain
[01:52.28] He's stuck inside his own domain
[01:53.97] He'll channel surf from whereupon
[01:56.02] He'll find that nothing good is on
[01:57.82] And there is no remote control!
[01:59.97] That he can use to find his soul
[02:01.66] So please, oh, please, we beg and pray
[02:03.74] To throw the phones and tech away
[02:05.76] And in their place you can install
[02:07.61] A lovely bookshelf on the wall
[02:09.56] And later each and every kid
[02:11.58] Will listen to the things you say
[02:13.46] They'll love you more for what you did
[02:15.45] And you can dance the night away!
[02:17.33] Vidiots
[02:20.44] They're just vidiots
[02:25.10] Vidiots
[02:28.18] They're just vidiots
[02:32.04] They're just vidiots, yeah!
[02:35.49]
[00:02.39] He shrunk to fit the screen!
[00:04.76] Will he ever go back to normal?
[00:06.52] No one ever goes back to normal after they've been on television
[00:09.43] It's a well known fact
[00:11.45] Alas! Alas! Poor Mike Teavee
[00:13.40] For OMG, he's A.D.D
[00:15.41] He's like so many nowadays
[00:17.44] It's awfully modern this whole days
[00:19.20] Whenever Mikey threw a fit
[00:21.24] The TV set would babysit
[00:23.32] The only things that Mike can spell
[00:24.97] Are FYI and LOL
[00:27.01] He never goes outside to play
[00:29.03] His world is dark, both night and day
[00:31.02] The skies, the blue, the pinks, the greens
[00:32.73] He only views on laptop screens
[00:34.81] He only tries to exercise
[00:36.44] His clicking finger and his thumb
[00:38.78] Each brain cell overloads and dies
[00:40.60] As all his limbs are turning numb!
[00:44.78] Vidiots
[00:47.68] They're just vidiots
[00:52.05] The age of innocence is gone
[00:54.04] When certain sites are clicked upon
[00:56.19] And images that they repeat
[00:57.94] Once in the brain, you can't delete
[00:59.91] They only move from site to site
[01:01.99] Or when they're swiping left to right
[01:03.75] They post and chat and stream about
[01:05.73] And stare until their eyes pop out
[01:07.62] They sit and stare and stare and sit
[01:09.54] Until they're hypnotized by it
[01:11.68] Until they're absolutely drunk
[01:13.54] With all that shocking, ghastly junks
[01:15.48] It clogs and clutters up the mind
[01:17.34] It rots the senses in the head
[01:19.14] It makes a child dull and blind
[01:21.30] It kills imagination day
[01:23.39] Vidiots
[01:26.05] They're just vidiots
[01:30.74] With all this info at a click
[01:32.61] A book will rot upon the shelf!
[01:34.53] If all the answers come too quick
[01:36.66] A child won't think for himself
[01:38.45] Each day they text on their new toy
[01:40.45] Their thoughts and their location!
[01:42.30] But OMG, will this destroy
[01:43.87] The art of conversation?
[01:46.40] So sing the story, Mrs. T
[01:48.49] Of what's become of Mike Teavee
[01:50.26] From wasting his entire brain
[01:52.28] He's stuck inside his own domain
[01:53.97] He'll channel surf from whereupon
[01:56.02] He'll find that nothing good is on
[01:57.82] And there is no remote control!
[01:59.97] That he can use to find his soul
[02:01.66] So please, oh, please, we beg and pray
[02:03.74] To throw the phones and tech away
[02:05.76] And in their place you can install
[02:07.61] A lovely bookshelf on the wall
[02:09.56] And later each and every kid
[02:11.58] Will listen to the things you say
[02:13.46] They'll love you more for what you did
[02:15.45] And you can dance the night away!
[02:17.33] Vidiots
[02:20.44] They're just vidiots
[02:25.10] Vidiots
[02:28.18] They're just vidiots
[02:32.04] They're just vidiots, yeah!
[02:35.49]