Last night a good dream woke me up
I’m a t.v.
Transforming t.v.
I was entertained and smiled
Jumped straight out of my bed
Humming this and that
And got myself a glass of water
And sat down in my favourite chair
And kept smiling but not for long
Because I realised that all my dreams are
Nothing but the repetition
Of last week’s television
I was no longer amused by my dream.
I’m on my knees
Down on all four follows
Antennae
Thrust out through my forehead
Like a lame turtle I paced the room
This new found knowledge could only blame myself
And no one else tried to sleep again
Not a dream, not again
But then remembered
That all my dreams are
Nothing but the repetition
Of last week’s television
I’ve turned into a t.v.
My screen is smiling to get your attention
I want you
So I jumped out of my bed
And into the t.v. room
And in my anger
Threw the t.v. set out the window
Regretted instantly
Because this was a brand new 26 inch t.v.
Set in my bed once again,
Couldn’t sleep
Because all my life,
All my dreams had gone out the window
With this new t.v. set
New Lyrics 
