Reruns

Looks like we've got reruns
Oh, what a delight
Flip channels, same dumb shows
Just a different night

I better take a trip
Through my TV Guide
Feels so ridiculous
Stings my wounded pride

Looks like we've got reruns
Yippee! What a joy
Love's out there everywhere
Every girl and boy

I'm such a great person
I know that I car
Please tell me what to eat
Tell me what to wear

Looks like we've got reruns
Open frozen meals
Limo daughter, King's son
Question how it feels

Come see orange jacket
Granted his last wish
Pin lethal injection
Burn son of a bitch!

Looks like we've got reruns
Don't you turn away
Long as I've got control
I'll have the last say

I see my life fly by
It was all such fun
From all the loves I've known
Tell you you're the one

Gone to the sun – all has been done
And I thank God, I'll thank God for reruns
I thank God, I'll thank God for reruns



Credits
Writer(s): Charles J. Attard, Frank Buhagiar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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