Из альбома: Tremors
Reporting live from the field one day
I said "Back to you" in the usual way
This time, instead of an empty chair
There was you and we were on the air
Our faces float across the channel
While a list play a clip to your plan, oh
You said, "1, 2, 3, test, test, test
Now to the weather girl I like best"
When the cameraman leaves the news truck, flash me
When the cameraman leaves the news truck, moon me
Starry night in a twig hut
Man, did I have the pot's luck
Sitting next to you through the whole meal
Nice thing to start our reel
We've done stories on fishless sushi
Nude hot springs, and victims of zombies
Intersplicing the news feed with your choice vinyl leads
Could it be you prefer me to a busty nurse interviewee?
When the cameraman leaves the news truck, flash me
When the cameraman leaves the news truck, moon me
We return from the commercial with the evening news
And I've got a special announcement for the handsome man dressed in the velour suit
You're not tied down, but you got an anchor
We've got no regrets, and we haven't even had the best part yet
I'm hoping for dramatic features, I'm hoping for foreign correspondence
I want more smiles, how about you?