I was in my bed sleeping
Oh boy, what a dream
I was in my bed sleeping
Oh boy, what a dream
I was dreaming about my TV mama
The one with the big white screen
Oh boy, what a dream
Why she got red big eyes
And little bitty feet
And in the waist
She's very nice and neat
And she's my TV mama
Talk about the little girl with the big white screen
And every time she loves me
I declare I'm bound to scream
Kids, it tastes like candy
And I love the sweets
And I love a funky head
And I don't do a little anything
And she's my TV mama




Talk about the woman with the big white screen
And every time she loves me
I declare I'm bound to scream
Oh, I beg your will
Hey, baby
What a dream
Talk about the woman with the big white screen
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