Lyrics: Scott Wittman/Marc Shaiman
Music: Marc Shaiman
Mrs Teavee: Here in the bosom of America
We love the things that make our country strong
We give our little sons
Lots of love and lots of guns!
So what could possibly go wrong?
+Ensemble: Here in the bosom of America
We sit at our computer all night long
We pour ourselves a drink
And then we tweet before we think!
What could possibly go wrong?
We teach our kids that when they lose, they're winners!
That everything they do they do the best
We fill them up with sweets and TV dinners
And when they're stuffed up to the gills
We strap them in and take our pills!
Klonopin, Adavin, Paxium, Valium
I need a pill just to sit down and tally 'em
Propofol's good, I got Librium here
And I chase 'em all down with a bucket of beer!
Ensemble: Here in the bosom of America!
My little boy can speak out to the throng
And though he's quite the malcontent
Someday he might be president!
Oh, what could possibly go wrong?
Mike: Wrong, wrong!
Lock her away!
Mike Teavee is changing up the USA
I hacked a golden ticket!
That's how I won
You gotta break rules to get the job done
I don't need to go outside to be what I'll be
Reality is something I can get from TV
America, get ready for my cyber attack!
Mike Teavee is winning!
There's no going back!
Mrs Teavee + Ensemble: Here in the bosom of America!
Mrs Teavee: We're off to sing the Willy Wonka song! (Hip Hooray!)
A golden ticket in his hand!
Mike: Yes, Mike Teavee's in full command!
Mrs Teavee + Ensemble: Oh, what could possibly go wrong?
Mike: Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Mrs Teavee: Peace out!