It's the same kind of story
That always comes down from news anchor-holes
Two persons just having sex together
When some nosy prude spies in their Windows(R)
It might be out in that cyber chat fest
Which is worldwide, at least half playin' the field
Because there's no explaining what your horniness
Can make you see and feel

Seems like a bad dream
The media's got 'em stigmatized

Now it's really a meaningless question
To ask if they've doin' right or wrong
I remember a tale about a do-right Senator
and a strange, strange teen liaison
You see the story was like a case of cheap beer
At a bikers' picnic that's quickly gone
And if any anchorperson's ever had any self-respect
Then I think it would've showed

Seems like a bad dream
They media's got 'em stigmatized

They say there was a time down in Texas
When a future Prez flew over turd blossoms and hills
And he didn't need no truth or some kind of morals
And he never will
Now you know it's a meaningless question
To ask if those slimy stories are right
'Cause what matters most is the feeling
They get when they're stigmatized

Seems like a bad dream
The media's got 'em stigmatized