Talking Pay T.v. Letra

Walkin' down to Denver town I watched the western sun go down. Thought that I would stop a while, Switch around my TV dial. Got some free Tee Vee . . . Only price was a little boredom. Well, I'm not sure about my taste But it seemed that TV land was a waste. I saw 30 Westerns, 30 Private Eyes, 30 doctors operated before my eyes. None of the operations was successful, though . . . It's hard to operate With so much violence around. Well, every few minutes they'd take a break For a profound message on a stomach ache. They sold cures for dandruff, milk from the farm Perfume for my underarms. I've had enough . . . I'm stickin' to greasy kid stuff. Well, the blood and gore was upon the floor And I couldn't hardly stand no more, So I walked outside to get some air. A theater owner was standing there: Carryin' a picket sign . . . Said Pay TV was un-American.