School Is In

Well the world of tomorrow's a wonderful thing
I ain't got no parents, just a video screen, but the colors are soothing and the sound is all right
I was raised on TV starting with channel two
Every day I learned something, at least one thing new
Sometimes talk, sometimes not, sometimes run, sometimes fight
I was raised on TV, my TV was my friend
I would make a mistake, I would make it again, but eventually it would start making sense
Yeah my school is my brain and my house is my head and it needs some repair and it should be condemned
But that would be a mess that is somewhat intense
My education it grows, antennas and cables
I thought seventy channels would be enough
But the satellite man says that my new dish can get two-hundred and twenty-five channels of stuff