She's signing autographs for hours the line is longer when you deal with amateurs I've got some autographs of others but a shirt that smells a little like her Once the bane of my perversion Now she's on the television Turn it up, turn it down Tune me in, tune me out Bite my lip around the family they know her holiday and summer weekend face She's got a lovely shitcom family adopted one of every single race Put yourself in my position My Ex is on the television Turn it up, turn it down Tune me in, tune me out Turn it up, turn it down Tune me in, tune me out When you place your lips upon the screen, the spark of which you've never seen A volume knob controls the scream Turn it up, turn it down Tune me in, tune me out Turn it up, turn it down Tune me in, tune me out Turn it up, turn it down Tune me in, tune me out Turn it up, turn it down Tune me in, tune me out