- Vidiots 歌詞 Marc Shaiman Christian Borle
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- Mrs Teavee: My God, Wonka! What's happened to him?
Mr Wonka: He's shrunk to fit the screen.
Mrs Teavee: Will he ever go back to normal?
Mr Wonka: No one ever goes back to normal after they've been on TV. It's a well-known fact.
Oompa Loompas: Alas, Alas, poor Mike Teavee
For OMG he's ADD
He's like so many nowadays
It's awfully modern this malaise
Whenever Mikey through a fit
The TV set would babysit
The only things that Mike can spell
Are FYI and LOL
He never goes outside to play
His world is dark both night and day
The skies of blue, the pinks, the greens
He only views on laptop screens
He only tries to exercise
Is clicking finger and his thumb
Each brain cell overloads and dies
And all his limbs are turning numb
Vidiots.
They're just vidiots.
The age of innocence is gone
When certain sites are clicked upon
The images that they repeat
Once in the brain you can't delete
They only move from side to side
Or when they're swiping left to right
They post and chat and stream about
And stare until their eyes pop out
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking, ghastly junk
It clogs and clutters up the mind
It rots the senses in the head
It makes a child dull and blind
It kills imagination dead
Vidiots.
They're just vidiots.
With all this info at a click
A book will rot upon the shelf
If all the answers come too quick
A child won't think for himself
Each day they text on their new toy
Their thoughts and their location
But OMG will this destroy
The art of conversation?
Mr Wonka: So sing the story, Mrs. T.
Oompa Loompas: Of what's become of Mike Teavee
Mrs Teavee: For wasting his entire brain!
Oompa Loompas: He's stuck inside his own domain
Mr Wonka: He'll channel surf till where upon
Oompa Loompas: He' ll find that nothing good is on
Mrs Teavee: And there is no remote control
Oompa Loompas: That he can use to find his soul
So please, oh please, we beg and pray
Throw the phones and tech away
And in their place, you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall
And later each and every kid
Will listen to the things you say
They'll love you more for what you did
And you can dance the night away!
Vidiots.
They're just vidiots.
Vidiots.
They're just vidiots.
They 're just vidiots.
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