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I want you to imagine that somewhere in America There's a lonely housewife watching TV Doing the housework... Hi there! Are you feeling tired, drained of all energy? Is your life becoming routine? Does your husband find you unattractive? Is your love life non-existent? Then you need "It" Because "It", like you, is a product of our time "It" will change your life You'll be vibrant! Elegant! Sexy... You want it Don't you? It Yeah, she's got it Ooh! Yeah, she's got it... She was born part of the Fifties' dream TV generation, from the cradle to the teens Mr. Rogers, I Love Lucy, and Mary Tyler Moore Jackie Gleason, Honeymooners and Zsa Zsa Gabor Green Acres, yeah that's what you're looking for You're a product of your times, just like the people next door Bigger house, bigger 'fridge, bigger washing machine It's called consumerism, baby, you're the advertiser's dream That's alright, outta sight, you couldn't care less You can put it on your Visa card or American Express Tell the people what they want, then decide what they need Advertise, merchandise, satisfy their greed Bigger house, bigger 'fridge, bank loan, get a bigger car You can sell them any old shit if it's endorsed by a movie star TV's got a little piece to dictate They said you'd believe it 'cause it's the number one rating You're the products you buy, the consumer and the goods And you want it so bad, you'd sell your soul if you could She want it so bad, she'd sell her soul if she could And she wants it, so bad She got it Now she don't need it She got she wanted, but she don't want it no more She got she wanted, but she don't want it no more She got she wanted, now they don't need it no more She got it, so bad