Top Songs By Douglas Hodge
It Must Be Believed To Be Seen (Reprise)Douglas Hodge, Nicholas Skilbeck, Jill Farrow, Nigel Lilley, John Gladstone-Smith, Dave Holmes, Rutledge Turnlund, Mike Smith, Nick Moss, Jamie Talbot, Colin Skinner, Matt Gunner, John Barclay, Phil Judge, Michael Keelan, Clare Taylor, Shelley Britton, Ann Morfee, Charlie Brown, Laura Melhuish, Brian Wright, Nina Foster, Dom Pecheur, Vicky Matthews, Nerys Richards, Corrina Silvester, Phij Adams & Nikki Belsher
A Little MeDouglas Hodge, Jack Costello, Nicholas Skilbeck, Jill Farrow, Nigel Lilley, John Gladstone-Smith, Dave Holmes, Rutledge Turnlund, Mike Smith, Nick Moss, Jamie Talbot, Colin Skinner, Matt Gunner, John Barclay, Phil Judge, Michael Keelan, Clare Taylor, Shelley Britton, Ann Morfee, Charlie Brown, Laura Melhuish, Brian Wright, Nina Foster, Dom Pecheur, Vicky Matthews, Nerys Richards, Corrina Silvester, Phij Adams & Nikki Belsher
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Douglas Hodge
Performer
Oompa Loompas
Performer
Iris Roberts
Performer
Jay Heyman
Performer
Nicholas Skilbeck
Conductor
Nick Moss
Performer
Jamie Talbot
Performer
Colin Skinner
Performer
Phij Adams
Performer
Nikki Belsher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Shaiman
Composer
Scott Wittman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Shaiman
Producer
Scott M. Riesett
Producer
Lucian Piane
Producer
Lyrics
Hey Wonka, if you can send chocolate by T.V., can you send a person too?
Oh, I suppose so, but there might be some technical issues
(Alas, alas, poor Mike Teavee)
(For O.M.G. he's ADD)
You can't stop progress, I'm doing it
Uh, Mike, no
(He's like so many nowadays, it's awfully modern this malaise)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mike Teavee T.V. show
(For every child that through a fit, the T.V. set would babysit)
Mr. Wonka, where is he?
I'm looking, I'm looking
There's so many channels
(Attention spans have gone pal-mal, there's only time for L.O.L)
The little people are singing again, that's never a good sign
(They never step outside to play. Their world is dark, both night and day)
He's jumping from screen-to-screen
I think it's called channel hopping
(The skies of blue, the pinks, the greens, are only viewed on laptop screens)
Get him outta there
I'm on T.V.
Look at me, look at me!
(They only move and exercise)
What's happened to him?
(Their clicking finger, and their thumb)
He shrunk to fit the screen
(Each braincell overloads and dies)
Will he ever go back to normal?
(As all their limbs are turning numb)
Noone ever goes back to normal after they've been on television
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
The age of innocence is gone when certain sites are clicked upon
And images that they repeat, once in their brain you can't delete
And then like some barbaric hunt, our toddlers all are packing guns
And children curse and smoke cigars, our nurseries now have prison bars
They scream and rant, and raise their fists
And fire their psychiatrist
We hear then all the teenage hoards
Who scream the battle cry, "We're bored!"
Their minds will surely turn to mush, with words that make an ex-con blush
They never mind their P's and Q's
They long for piercings and tattoos
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
(It's years since I've been to a rave)
With all this info at a click, our book will rot upon the shelf
If all the answers come too quick, our child won't think for himself
Each day they text on their new toy, their thoughts and their location
But O.M.G. will this destroy (the art of conversation?)
So sing the story Mrs. T
What's now become of Mike Teavee
From wasting his entire brain
He's stuck inside his own domain
He'll channel surf 'til whereupon
He'll find that nothing good is on
And there is no remote control
That he can use to find his soul
His secrets now are yours and mine
'Cause everything he's got's online
And who will watch this Mike Teavee?
When there is newer junk to see?
What once was viral, soon forgot
But hand the clicker to his mom
His future's not completely shot
His new address is Mike.com!
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
Vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
They're just vidiots!
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Michael Wittman
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