I could highjack your Saturday night fever with ease
Live from New York, it's your life on hold
Put the beer down and step slowly away from the girl
Walk out the door and don't you dare think about calling the police
This is a reality check for your real housewives brain
The real world has called and they want MTV to stop ruining their good name
New Jersey is a gutter for the trash of America
Not a safe haven for reality tv superstardom
Your remote control is broken and the tv is off
Time to step out into the sunlight and discover you don't burn in daylight
You didn't even realize life was passing you by
The sun came out yesterday and the pale glow of your playstation isn't doing your skin any favors
Life is for those who are living
But your deadbeat internet generation is stuck on social network overload
The glory of God will not be revealed in 140 characters
And your friends all turned off their computers hours ago
The door is unlocked and there's not a cloud n the sky
Time to wave goodbye to Dances with Miss teen MTV
