TV Dinner Blues - The Divers

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