I bought a bourgeoise house in the Hollywood hills With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched ´round and ´round ´til half-past dawn: There was fifty-seven channels and nothin´ on
Fifty-seven channels and nothin´ on Fifty-seven channels and nothin´ on Well now home entertainment was my baby´s wish So I hopped into town for a satellite dish I tied it to the top of my Japanese car I came home and I pointed it out into the stars A message came back from the great beyond: There´s fifty-seven channels and nothin´ on
[Middle 8] Well we might´a made some friends with some billionaires
We might´a got all nice and friendly if we´d made it upstairs All I got was a note that said, "Bye-bye, John Our love´s fifty-seven channels and nothin´ on," So I bought a .44 magnum, it was solid steel cast And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast ´Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet And they busted me for disturbin´ the almighty peace Judge said, "What you got in your defense son?" "Fifty-seven channels and nothin´ on,"
I can see by your eyes, friend, you´re just about gone: