I was walking through the grocery store
For something good to eat
I wanted something simple
And something that had meat
A package in the frozen foods
Jumped up and caught my eye
It was a frozen TV dinner,
Thought I might give it a try
Momma never bought 'em
Didn't know what they were like
It had carrots, corn, and chicken,
And you fix it in the mic.
The picture looked appealing,
The price was not too bad,
I picked up 80 packages,
'Cuz that was all they had
Brought 'em to the register
Thinking I was smart
The clerk she looked astonished
As I pulled them from the cart
I thought she was impressed
As I stuffed them in my truck
But as I drove away I thought I heard her shout "Good Luck"
Was I dumb was I stupid
What was on my plate
What was I thinking
What was that stuff I ate
People should protest them
I'm still trying to digest 'em
I've got those low-down TV dinner blues
My words may seem harsh
But I'm a TV Dinner cynic
I'm lying here in bed in my new home in Mayo Clinic
My tongue is in a petri dish, my stomach's in a sling
The only crime I'm guilty of is trying to eat those things
I'm trying to tell my story, I'm trying to spread the news
Don't make the same mistake I made
And get the TV Dinner blues
Was I dumb was I stupid
What was on my plate
What was I thinking
What was that stuff I ate
People should protest them
I'm still trying to digest 'em
I've got those low-down TV dinner blues
Country chicken fix, microwaved magic
Plastic wrapped, budget queen
Freezer burned, bean cuisine
Turkey breast in gravy
Sodium controlled, TV Dinner blues