Song Length |
3:33 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified |
Lyrics
Infomercial junky
Word and Music
Bob Stewart
I?m an infomercial junky and I?m gonna be a millionaire
Throw a party to celebrate and my psychic friends will be there
I?ve got pots and pans and all kinds of knives
And a blender that will tune up my car
I never thought that staying up late would get me very far
Guess I?m lucky I?m an infomercial junky
Its 3 a.m. everybody is asleep but I?m up and I?m watching T.V
And a man comes on and he?s telling me
I don?t gotta to be as bald as I use to be
He gave me a number, I called right away
4 to 6 weeks for delivery, man I can wait
I?m an infomercial junky and I can read and add
Without the use of a calculator
Now what do you think about that
I took a course on my memory I remembers everybody?s name
But Wednesday night I forget to take out
The garbage just the same it smell funky
I?m an infomercial junky
A women comes on and she use to be fat and I wonder why
She wears her hair like that
She tried other diets but had no luck
But her works for a hundred bucks
I passed on that number cuz I hate to see
A women that looks more like a man than me
I?m an infomercial junky and I?ve got a pretty good life
If I can remember to hide the credit cards bills from my wife
You see she doesn?t understand you don?t get ahead by lying in bed
Me and my mailman are on a first name bases
His name is Fred J McDuffy
I?m an infomercial junky
So go and call your psychic your futures waiting there
Or get your P.H.D in VCR repair
I?m an infomercial junky and I?m gonna be a millionaire
Throw a party to celebrate and my psychic friends will be there
I?ve got pots and pans and all kinds of knives
And a blender that will tune up my car
I never thought that staying up late would get me very far
Guess I?m lucky I?m an infomercial junky