Reality TV (Live in Los Angeles)

Bored stiff on a Sunday, ain't got nothin' to do
Killing time all the time, that ain't nothing new
Haven't picked up Tim Gunn's guide to style
Kim Kardashian's drama ain't worth my while

D-d-d-d-d-d-doctor Drew, what can I do
I gotta bite my lip and see it through
Ryan Seacrest, please clean up my mess
Cause I, I, I, I must have you

If only we could be on reality TV
Well maybe then you'd see
That you're the one, the only one for me
For me, me, me, me, me, for me

Traveled from The Hills to the Jersey Shore
Met the Shahs of Sunset and the Girls Next Door
Lost my apprenticeship to Donald J
When he screamed "You're fired!" it made my day
God bless the U-S-A

D-d-d-d-d-doctor Drew, what can I do
I gotta bite my lip and see it through
Ryan Seacrest, please clean up my mess
Cause I, I, I, I must have you

If only we could be on reality TV
Well maybe then you'd see
That you're the one, the only one for me
For me, me, me, me, me, for me

High crimes and treason
They're really hot this season
Abandon logic and reason
Unleash your inner demons
And when the truth is perception
It's the coming of another Great Depression

Well, if only we could be on reality TV
Maybe then you'd see, baby
That you're the one, the only one
If only we could be on reality TV
Maybe then you'd see
That you're the one, the only one for me
For me, me, me, me, me, for me



Credits
Writer(s): Louie Charles Diller, Lucas Berman
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