[Verse 1]
Oh, boy Norm
Lays on his side
With heavy eyelids
And The Price Is Right
Breathes inward
And drifts on out
Losing the edges
Winning the prizes

[Chorus]
And when the television's silent
I speak into his dream
"Stop these wicked ways
And I will lead you to
The promised land"

[Verse 2]
Oh, boy Norm
On his side
Clutching the sofa
Eyes open wide
"Is someone in here?"
He asks out loud
Sits up straight
Turns the TV down
[Chorus]
And looking all around him
He hears it once again
"Stop these wicked ways
And I will lead you to
The promised land"