I LOVE SPAMTENNA SO MUCH IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY AGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAG
Original by @LunoZapp on YouTube :P Lyrics!: Every day I'd walk in and There was my fresh right-hand man A smile of guidance, eyes of alliance Tangled and wired to his little goliath Conveniently deft, a sharp mind But somehow a few steps behind I wouldn't'a given him all of my wisdom Had I known someday he'd scram and I'd miss him Look at me sulk again! Weren't you supposed to last forever? Guess I just lose myself I can't adapt to my successors Oh, not on my own Without your phone that lead to a void I was being toyed with By flamboyance, as always But it felt so good when you'd humor me Wasn't he just a riot! Maybe a tad rеliant But how could I blame him? I was the same sincе Everything counted on someone I'd died with Perhaps the "sweet talk" kept on... And you promised that you'd let on Ya finally let go All coy and sincere, oh That dazzling night in the back of the 'Dero Here I go crying again! You were supposed to make me better Must be for old times' sake How you're pulling my antennae Even now! Without even holding me A fool I must've been! To think you'd complete me By speaking so utterly cheaply It just felt so good Felt so good Felt so good Boy, do I need a mailman! I just can't be as quick with the ads and the sales, man I'm here goin' stale, man! Been reduced to a singin' show That's how you know I'm a failed man Who's gonna watch a singin' show anymore? Who's gonna watch whatever, huh? Who's gonna see me? ME? M(e)TV! All I have left of you Only exists inside a cabinet If I could just look you in the rosy-tinted glass I... I don't know what I'd tell you All I remember is Your showstopper smile How you turned the dial "Don't you just love TV?" "I love TV...!" That lasted me for a long while! How can I face myself Somebody tell me how I'm doing! (The show goes on) Tell me how good I am Or break that I'm beyond improving! (The show goes on) Gosh forbid! You really left me hung out to dry, you traitorous thing! And yet I still dream of the glory days Think of before this when All that I valued was your embrace (The show goes on) (The show goes on) (The show goes on) Oh, what did we have? There's always a catch To this type of thing... But the show goes on (The show goes on) (The show goes on) (The show goes on)
