Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucas Berman
Bass
Louie Diller
Keyboards
Sam Stewart
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucas Berman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louie Diller
Producer
Lyrics
Bored stiff on a Sunday, ain't got nothin' to do
Killing time all the time, that ain't nothin' new
I never picked up Tim Gunn's Guide to Style
Kim Kardashian's drama ain't worth my while
D-D-D-D-D-D-D Dr. Drew, what can I do?
I gotta bite my lip and see it through
Ryan Seacrest, please clean up my mess
Cause I, I, I, I
Must have you
If only we could be
On reality TV
Well maybe then you'd see
That you're the one, the only one for me
For me, for me, me, me, me, me, for me!
I've journeyed from The Hills to The Jersey Shore
Met The Shahs of Sunset and the Girls Next Door
Lost my apprenticeship to Donald J
When he screamed "you're fired," it made my day
Well what do you say?
D-D-D-D-D-D-D Dr. Drew, what can I do?
I gotta bite my lip and see it through
Ryan Seacrest, please clean up my mess
Cause I, I, I, I
Must have you
If only we could be
On reality TV
Well maybe then you'd see
That you're the one, the only one for me
For me, for me, me, me, me, me, for me!
High crimes and treason
They're really hot this season
Abandon logic and reason
Unleash your inner demons
And when truth is perception
It's the coming of another Great Depression, well...
If only we could be
On reality TV
Maybe then you'd see
Baby
That you're the one, the only one, ohhhh
If only we could be
On reality TV
Maybe then you'd see
That you're the one, the only one for me
For me, me, me, me, me, for me!
Writer(s): Louie Charles Diller, Lucas Berman
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