Put your face up to the window
Tell me all about your "gay folks"
It feels better when you in it
If your nervous use the pay phone

Put your face where we can see it
Put it on a show on cable
You can really show it all there
Turn it on when you are able

Turn it on
Turn it on and all the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you ain't got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on

Put your life into a bubble
We can pick you up on radar
"Hit " a satelite with feeling
Give the people what they paid for

Turn it on
Turn it on and all the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you ain't got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on and all the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you ain't got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on and all the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you ain't got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on

Turn it on
Turn it on and all the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you ain't got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Michael Ivins, Ronald Jones, Steven Drozd, Wayne Coyne