Doctor, doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a color TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle

Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

And the children on Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough?
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screen
No thoughts to think

No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of breath?
The Captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death

We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar

And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah

And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV set
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then, the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death

Alf Razzell: Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial
to the missing at Arras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed;
it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of
nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago.
And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it,
because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself,
'Was there something else that I could have done?'
Put me down, put me down I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me down.
And that always sort of worried me.
And having seen him, and his name in the register — as you know
in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there
with every name — and seeing his name and his name on the memorial;
it sort of lightened, lightened my...heart, if you like.

Woman: When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?

Alf: Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four.