Sleek White Baby

Do you ever feel alone, old pal?
Are you ragged, running low on morale
Have I got something grand
That I've planned for you!
Baby, do you burn for glowing power after dark
In the shadow of some hour you'll feel the spark
Have I got something swell
That I'll tell to you...
You're not alone...
For so many years, man has suffered the plague of isolation. Isolation from his fellow man, fellow woman, unable to connect, unable to reach out and touch someone, to be tethered, to be one with the world.
But now, man and woman can be attuned to every arcane detail, every dog's bark, every boy's bat, every girl's tiara, with a new invention, a staggering development in technology.
Sleek white baby
Keep it by your bedside, maybe
And then
How all of your friends
All of our friends
Are here now
Such cheer, now
Nine out of ten businessmen agree, the sleek white baby should be your constant companion, whether you're dining, traveling, moping, convalescing, or eating a sandwich. Don't be the one left out.
If you fail to buy our prized new machine (why would you do that?)
You will find yourself stung by the sting (it's painful, really it is)
Of gloom and misery, pal, you will die alone (that doesn't sound pleasant, does it?)
Alone, alone, alone, alone – oooh...