I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills. With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills. Man came by to hook up my cable TV. We settled in for the night my baby and me. We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn. There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on. Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish. So I hopped into town for a satellite dish. I tied it to the top of my Japanese car. I came home and I pointed it out into the stars. A message came back from the great beyond. There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on. Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires. We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs. All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John. Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on". So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast. And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast. 'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet. And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace. Judge said "What you got in your defense son?". "Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on". I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone. Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on....