Cue the anchor with the voice warm and sweet
I'm anchored into my seat
Till the sports break

And there's Molly, seven inches away
The face the world starts the day with
I can't take it

Every morning's like a torture routine
So painful yet so serene
Can't attain it,
The thing that I need
I would bleed my very last drop of blood
If I could only make good
With the angel on the screen

She's on TV
Right next to me
Cue camera three

Reporting on location is fun
Under the Florida sun
In hotel suites
I shouldn't have looked
Now I'm booked, directly over the pool
Is it perverted or cruel?
For sure, professionally indiscreet

But there's Molly, seven stories below
She's gonna put on a show
For hotel guests
Can't comprehend
Why I depend on this every day fix
I should leave staring at chicks to the pros
But who knows

She's on TV
Right next to me
Cue camera three
And get a lensful of Molly

She's on TV
Right next to me
Cue camera three

Cue the anchor with his coat drenched in sweat
I haven't made a move yet
Do I dare to?

And there's Molly, seven words to my right
"What are your plans tonight?
"Maybe dinner?"

Then there's Molly, next to me in my bed
At least inside of my head
I can't ask her
Man, what a joke!
I don't smoke enough to give that a go
But I got her on TiVo
And that's almost as good!

She's on TV
Right next to me
Cue camera three
And get a lensful of Molly

Words and Music by Samuel B. Lupowitz
Copyright © 2009 Kugel Music (ASCAP)