Wow, wow, wow, wowWatching televisionSo often brought to deathMost of the performanceSeems to me made out of leadIt's reason to start cryingMaybe my screen is too smallFor a little more abilityTo make a show last allWow, wow, wow, wowWow, wow, wow, wowLast night I felt uneasyCause my phone had me exchangedFor some group with a silly faceTo me loneliness remainsSo I look at that screen againAnd hope I lose that bluesAnd sure I'll feel more happyWith the program that I chooseCause that is wowThe latest record of all your favoritesFill your room, chase your gloomYes, that is wowWhile spinning dancers give it a spiritIn the whirlwind way of lifeOh, wow, wow, wowOh, wow, wow, wow*