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Come gather round and I'll sing you a song About a crazy old world that was coming along Til one day some fool made the decision To turn on the television Of course radio reported that we'd all ignore it And the paper said we had no time for it But before you knew it we knew Milton Berle And we all had a new escape from the world All tuned in and before too soon We were watching a man walk on the moon He made it look as easy as driving a car Video killed the radio star I got the talking blues Talking blues are easy to do All you gotta rhyme is a line or two Rhyme a line or two and then You don't ever have to rhyme again I can say whatever I want to now You know, within reason Say sitcom catchphrase game show nation Television soon defied explanation As the situation took to such a degree SongtexteThat eventually we'd hear about a cable TV Of course free TV news swore we'd ignore it And that your average family could never afford it But again they were wrong and eventually Everybody wanted their MTV We were all tuned in but now the shock Was watching a kid do a thing called the moonwalk Sliding backwards really was eventually too far Reality killed that video star I got the talking blues So simple at first it was hard to for see The impending collision with reality But it soon seemed TV turned on it self When "the real world" came on like it was something else Of course actors all acted like they weren't floored Hoping eventually that we'd all get bored But one after another we pretended not to act As we hurtled ever forward toward alternative facts Then a show called the apprentice came on and pretty soon An old man with a comb over came along and sold us the moon And we stayed tuned in now here we are Reality killed by a reality star I got the talking blues Aus Songtexte Mania