It

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