Here we’re making love, looking beautiful and naked,

I hear the phone ringing in your trouser pocket,

If you turn away and say babe I’ve got to take it,

Gonna send it from your pocket like an interstellar rocket
Yeah, turn it off, turn it off, turn it off,

if you want to turn me on –

Here comes a clown, says he’s very presidential,

You say you’re gonna vote for him, babe you must be mental —

When it comes to politicians, I’m not sentimental,

Want to see them with the fishes with pockets all cementful.

Turn it off, etc.

Everybody says they want to have a little scene,

But everybody’s gazing at their crazy little screens,

Facebook, wastebook, porno, subreddit,

Wingnut radio, payday loans and and easy credit.

                Turn it off, etc.

Here comes a D-end, coming at full power,

300 pounds at 30 miles an hour,

He knocks the quarterback into the next channel,

Gonna have to name another expert panel,

Turn it off.

It’s our anniversary, where are my flowers?

You’ve been playing GTA for seventeen hours,

We’re at a rave, you’re making movies of the stage

I’m  gonna have to lock you in Faraday cage.

                Turn it off

Everybody’s saying that they want a little scene,

But everybody’s staring at that crazy little screen.

Tik-Tok, Trump stock,

Q-anon and anti-vaxx,

Pharma, pharma, pharma, pharma,

Instant karma, Russian hacks.