An ode to analog TV.
I remember in the days of my youth,
Our blessings we were a countin'.
To get a fuzzy picture on one channel,
Our antennae ran halfway up the mountain.
The years went by and the signal changed,
Because nothing ever stays the same.
Better picture and more channels,
Was the digital revolution's claim.
As I try to watch my expensive new tv,
It keeps turning into squares of red and black.
I then curse the FCC for ditching analog,
I want my f*****g fuzzy picture back!
I remember in the days of my youth,
Our blessings we were a countin'.
To get a fuzzy picture on one channel,
Our antennae ran halfway up the mountain.
The years went by and the signal changed,
Because nothing ever stays the same.
Better picture and more channels,
Was the digital revolution's claim.
As I try to watch my expensive new tv,
It keeps turning into squares of red and black.
I then curse the FCC for ditching analog,
I want my f*****g fuzzy picture back!