MRS TEAVEE:
Here in the bosom of America
We love the things that make our country strong
We give our little sons
Lots of love and lots of guns
So what could what could possibly go wrong?

Here in the bosom of America
We sit at our computer all night long
We pour ourselves a drink
And then we tweet before we think
Oh what could possibly go wrong?

We teach our kids that when they lose they're winners
That everything they do, they do the best
We fill them up with sweets and TV dinners
And when they're stuffed up to the gills
We strap them in and take our pills

Klonopin, Ativan, Paxil, and Valium
I need a pill just to sit down and tally 'em
Propofol's good, I got Librium here
And I chase 'em all down with a bucket of beer!

ALL:
Here in the bosom of America
MRS TEAVEE:
My little boy can speak out to the throng
And though he's quite the malcontent
Someday he might be president!
Oh what could possibly go--

MIKE TEAVEE:
Wrong, wrong, lock her away
Mike Teavee is changing up the USA
I hacked a golden ticket
That's how I won
You gotta break rules to get the job done

I don't need to go outside to be what I'll be
Reality is something I can get from TV
America get ready for my cyber attack
Mike Teavee is winning
There's no going back

ALL:
Here in the bosom of America

MRS TEAVEE:
We're off to sing the Willy Wonka song
A golden ticket in his hand
MIKE TEAVEE:
Yes Mike Teavee's in full command

ALL:
Oh what could possibly go wrong?

MIKE TEAVEE:
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

MRS TEAVEE:
Peace out!