talking reality television blues

come gather round and i'll sing you a song, about a crazy old world that was coming along, til one day some fool made the decision, to turn on the television, of course radio reported that we'd all ignore it, and the paper said we had no time for it, but before you knew it we knew milton berle, and we all had a new escape from the world, all tuned in and before too soon, we were watching a man walk on the moon, he made it look as easy as driving a car, video killed the radio star, i got the talking blues, talking blues are easy to do, all you gotta rhyme is a line or two, rhyme a line or two and then, you don't ever have to rhyme again, i can say whatever i want to now, you know, within reason, say sitcom catchphrase game show nation, television soon defied explanation, as the situation took to such a degree, that eventually we'd hear about a cable tv, of course free tv news swore we'd ignore it, and that your average family could never afford it, but again they were wrong and eventually, everybody wanted their mtv, we were all tuned in but now the shock, was watching a kid do a thing called the moonwalk, sliding backwards really was eventually too far, reality killed that video star, i got the talking blues, so simple at first it was hard to for see, the impending collision with reality, but it soon seemed tv turned on it self, when "the real world" came on like it was something else, of course actors all acted like they weren't floored, hoping eventually that we'd all get bored, but one after another we pretended not to act, as we hurtled ever forward toward alternative facts, then a show called the apprentice came on and pretty soon, an old man with a comb over came along and sold us the moon, and we stayed tuned in now here we are, reality killed by a reality star, i got the talking blues