Last night a good dream woke me up Im a t.v. Transforming t.v. I was entertained and smiled Jumped straight out of my bed Humming this and that And got myself a glass of water And sat down in my favourite chair And kept smiling but not for long Because I realised that all my dreams are Nothing but the repetition Of last weeks television I was no longer amused by my dream. Im on my knees Down on all four follows Antennae Thrust out through my forehead Like a lame turtle I paced the room This new found knowledge could only blame myself And no one else tried to sleep again Not a dream, not again But then remembered That all my dreams are Nothing but the repetition Of last weeks television Ive turned into a t.v. My screen is smiling to get your attention I want you So I jumped out of my bed And into the t.v. room And in my anger Threw the t.v. set out the window Regretted instantly Because this was a brand new 26 inch t.v. Set in my bed once again, Couldnt sleep Because all my life, All my dreams had gone out the window With this new t.v. set