How I feel about today's news...

Peacocks Don’t Fly

A long, long time ago...

I can still remember

How that station used to make me smile.

And I knew if they had their chance

They could show good comedy and romance,

And, maybe, we’d be happy for a while.

But December made me shiver

With every posting they’d deliver.

Bad news on the web site;

I couldn’t take one more sight.

I know that I should have cried

When I read about the Peacock’s slide,

For something touched me deep inside

The day NBC died.

So bye-bye, Peacock’s don’t fly.

Turned my TV to NBC,

But NBC was dry.

And them GE boys were probably all getting’ high

Singin’, "this’ll be the day TV dies.

"this’ll be the day TV dies."

Do you watch the Jay Leno Show,

After he stepped out of the Tonight Show glow,

If the media tells you “no”?

Do you believe that Jimmy Fallon,

Can save “Late Night” with his “talent,”

And can you believe Carson Daly still has a show?

Well, I know that you’re not in love with him

`cause he doesn’t have a studio to film.

A hamster could host “Last Call.”.

Man, I don’t like him at all.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck

When, on TRL, he first pushed his luck,

But even then I knew he’d suck.

Oh, man, I started to cry.

Now I’m singin’,

“Bye-bye, Peacock’s don’t fly.”

Turned my TV to NBC,

But NBC was dry.

And them GE boys were probably all getting’ high

Singin’, "this’ll be the day TV dies.

"this’ll be the day TV dies."

Now for ten years Fox’s been on a roll

Behind the strength of “American Idol”,

But that’s not how it used to be.

When “Seinfeld” was king of Thursday night,

Then “Friends” and “Frasier” followed in their own right

And it was declared “Must See TV”,

Oh, and how the ratings plummeted down,

The Peacock lost the network crown.

That caliber had sojourned;

No quality was returned.

And while CBS ran CSI,

A ratings triumph for the Eye,

They gave “Cupid” another try

The day NBC died.

We were singing,

“Bye-bye, Peacock’s don’t fly.”

Turned my TV to NBC,

But NBC was dry.

And them GE boys were probably all getting’ high

Singin’, "this’ll be the day TV dies.

"this’ll be the day TV dies."

“America’s Got Talent” in the summer season.

Keeps on airing for some reason,

Fourteen share and falling fast.

Perhaps my judgment is a little off.

I certainly don’t wish to hassle the Hoff,

But what talent does he bring to the cast?

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

When the Super Bowl produced a boon.

The suits got up to dance,

Oh, but they never got the chance!

February sweeps, and they still reeled

‘cause Fox and CBS refused to yield.

Do you recall what was revealed

The day NBC died?

We started singing,

“Bye-bye, Peacock’s don’t fly.”

Turned my TV to NBC,

But NBC was dry.

And them GE boys were probably all getting’ high

Singin’, "this’ll be the day TV dies.

"this’ll be the day TV dies."

Oh, and they continued in last place,

Broadcast signals lost in space

With September to start again.

So come on: Jeff, be nimble, Jeff, be quick!

We can’t take much more of this shtick

Or you might be fired in the end.

Now I watch “30 Rock” and try to gauge

With Jack Donaghy and Kenneth the page.

I think to myself, “Hell,

At least they do one thing well.”

But as the ratings fell into the night

We know Emmy doesn’t make it all right,

I saw Comcast laughing with delight

The day NBC died.

They were singing,

“Bye-bye, Peacock’s don’t fly.”

Turned my TV to NBC,

But NBC was dry.

And them GE boys were probably all getting’ high

Singin’, "this’ll be the day TV dies.

"this’ll be the day TV dies."

I met a girl who sang the blues,

For she worked for NBC news,

‘Cause Tom and Katie went away.

Now on cable I can get some more

Hot air, analysis and pundits galore

And wonder how much Chris Matthews weighs.

And in the streets the children screened,

“To Catch A Predator” was on the scene.

But only this was spoken;

“I must have been mistaken.”

To the three men I admire most:

Robert, Les, and Pete, I toast.

They’re all laughing coast to coast

The day NBC died.

And they were singing,

“Bye-bye, Peacock’s don’t fly.”

Turned my TV to NBC,

But NBC was dry.

And them GE boys were probably all getting’ high

Singin’, "this’ll be the day TV dies.

"this’ll be the day TV dies."

They were singing,

“Bye-bye, Peacock’s don’t fly.”

Turned my TV to NBC,

But NBC was dry.

And them GE boys were probably all getting’ high

Singin’, "this’ll be the day TV dies.

"this’ll be the day TV dies."