Vidiots chords by Oompa-loompas
Verse 1
Bm
My God, Wonka,
what's happened to him?
He's shrunk to fit the screen.
Will he ever go back to normal?
No one ever goes back to normal
Am
Bm
after they've been on TV.
It's a well -known fact.
Alas, alas, for Mike TV,
for O -M -G, he's A -D -D.
He's like so many nowadays,
it's awfully modern, it's Malay.
Whichever Mikey threw a fit,
the TV set would babysit.
F
The only things that Mike can spell
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are F -Y -I and L -O -L.
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He never goes outside to play
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His world is dark both night and day
G
The sky's the blue,
the pink's the green
Gdim
He only views on laptop screen
G#m
D
He only tries to exercise
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His clicking finger and his thumb
E
Each brain cell overloads and dies
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As all his limbs are turning numb
C
C#m
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Bm
Am
Bm
Idiots
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Bm
They're just idiots
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Bm
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The age of innocence is gone
Bm
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Am
Once certain sights are clicked upon
Bm
The images that they repeat
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Bm
E
Am
Once in the brain you can't delete
Bm
Am
They only move from sight to sight
Bm
E
Am
Or when they're swiping left to right
Bm
Am
Bm
They post and chat and stream about
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Bm
E
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Bbm
And stare until their eyes pop out
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They sit and stare and stare and sit
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Until they're hypnotized by it
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all the shocking ghastly junk
D
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D
It clogs and clutters up the mind
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It rots the senses in the head
E
It makes a child dull and blind
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It kills imagination
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Bm
Am
They're hideous
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Bm
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Bm
They're just hideous
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With all this info at a click
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E
D
A book will rot upon the shelf
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Am
If all the answers come too quick
A child won't think for himself
E
Am
Each day they text on their new toy
E
Their thoughts and their location
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Am
But OMG will this destroy
Gdim
The art of conversation
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Choosing the story, Mrs. T
G
Of what's become of my TV
Am
Of wasting his entire brain
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G
He's stuck inside his own domain
Am
And channels serve to wear a pawn
G
Am
He'll find that nothing good is on
And there is no remote control
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Am
That he can use to find his soul
Bm
So please oh please we beg and pray
Am
To throw the phones and tech away
Bm
And give their place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall
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Bb
C
And later each and every kid
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Am
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Will listen to the things you say
D
They'll love you more for what you did
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Am
And you can dance the night away
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Am
Beasts, they're just beasts
Yeah, yeah