In a town that's all tinsel and teeth
It's getting hard to compete
You don't need brains or glasses
To see it in their face
Or feel it in their asses

She checks her face on the Sunset Strip
Lights a cigarette, exhales the hit
And now a word from our sponsor
Every once in a while do you have trouble getting it up
Up from the couch and the show she's been watching
Where her eyes do the listening
Her box does the talking

You have no idea I'm even alive
*TV Queen*
And if I couldn't ever see you again you'd say "well that's fine"
*TV Queen*
But you fail to see what you've done to me
And how you've come to be my TV, my TV Queen
My TV Queen
My TV Queen
Yeah

Mr Johnson, I've got really bad news
Your girlfriend's an alien, twelve months due
Due to the smog in California
Every once in a while I have trouble getting it up
Up to the level that I know I'm missing
My eyes can't see the lips I'm kissing

You have no idea I'm even alive
*TV Queen*
And if I couldn't ever see you again you'd say "well that's fine"
*TV Queen*
But you fail to see what you've done to me
And how you've come to be my TV, my TV Queen
My TV Queen
My TV Queen
My TV Queen
Yeah