Doctor, doctor what is wrong with me This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a color TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air When Jessica Hahn goes down He latches on to that symbol of detachment Attracted by the peeling away of feeling The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle
Ooh western woman Ooh western girl Ooh western woman Ooh western girl
And the children on Melrose Strut their stuff Is absolute zero cold enough? And out in the valley warm and clean The little ones sit by their TV screen No thoughts to think
No tears to cry All sucked dry Down to the very last breath Bartender what is wrong with me? Why am I so out of breath? The Captain said excuse me ma'am This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death It has amused itself to death Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold We did as we were told We bought and sold It was the greatest show on earth But then it was over We ohhed and aahed We drove our racing cars We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars A keen-eyed look-out Spied a flickering light Our last hurrah Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows Grouped around the TV set They ran down every lead They repeated every test They checked out all the data on their lists And then, the alien anthropologists Admitted they were still perplexed But on eliminating every other reason For our sad demise They logged the explanation left This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry, no feelings left This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death Amused itself to death Amused itself to death Amused itself to death