MTV-Get Off the Air - Dead Kennedys

(Fun, fun, fun in the fluffy chair

Flame up the herb, woof down the beer)

Hi, I’m your video DJ!

I always talk like I’m wigged out on quaaludes

I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

My job is to help destroy what’s left of your imagination

By feeding you endless doses of sugar-coated mindless garbage!

So don’t create

Be sedate

Be a vegetable at home

And thwack on that dial

If we have our way even you will believe

This is the future of rock and roll!

(MTV, get off the air!)

How far will you go?

How low will you stoop

To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill?

You’ve turned rock and roll rebellion

Into Pat Boone sedation

Making sure nothing’s left to the imagination

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the air!

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the air!

Get off the air!

See the latest rejects from the Muppet show

Wag their tits and their dicks as they lip-synch on screen

There’s something I don’t like

About a band who always smiles

Another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn’t care!

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the air!

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the

M.T.V, get off the air!

Get off the air!

Get off the air!

Get off the aiiir!

And so it was, our beloved corporate gods claimed they created rock video

Allowing it to sink as low in one year as commercial TV has in 25

«It's the new frontier,» they say

«It's wide open, anything can happen»

But you’ve got a lot of nerve to call yourself a pioneer

When you’re too god-damn conservative to take real chances

Tin-eared graph-paper brained accountants, instead of music fans

Call all the shots at giant record companies now, the lowest common denominator

rules

Forget honesty, forget creativity

The dumbest buy the mostest, that’s the name of the game

But sales are slumping, and no one will say why

Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!

M.T.V, get off the air now!