Your Television Set Don'T Love You, Darlin'

You’re wasting your weekends on electronic lovers, They float by like ghosts on the screen, You’re kissing Clark Gable and you waltz Fred Astaire In re-runs you’ve already seen. You’re changing the stations—you change your emotions— From channel to channel in vain. The six o’clock news man is laughing at you, And the talk show believes you’re insane. Your television set don’t love you, darlin’ So how come you watch it from bed? Your television set don’t love you, darlin’, So why don’t you love me instead? Down at the tavern my Budweiser loves me, There’s a TV set over the bar, And the girl on the screen, she reminds me of you, So I get up and go to my car. I drive through the night and the windshield wipers Remove all the rain from the glass— It’s like a wide screen, and our show’s off the air… Our soap opera just didn’t last…