You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, daven on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the Moshiach will not be televised.
The Moshiach will not be televised.
The Moshiach will not be brought to you by Xerox
In four parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Agriprocessors
slaughtering a cow and stopping a charge by Ingrid Newkirk,
Shmuel Herzfeld and Shmarya Rosenberg to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The Moshiach will not be televised.
The Moshiach will not be brought to you by the
American Jewish University and will not star Elliot Dorff
and Bradley Shavit Artson or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The Moshiach will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The Moshiach will not get rid of the nubs.
The Moshiach will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the Moshiach will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The Moshiach will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of O.J. Simpson being
run out of Brentwood on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of David
Saperstein strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
90210, American Idol, and Desperate
Housewives will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Orit on JewishJournal.com because Jewish people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The Moshiach will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists marching outside the Chinese embassy.
The theme song will not be written by Sam Glaser,
Neshama Carebach, nor sung by Debbie Friedman, Craig Taubman,
Kelly Clarkson, Matisyahu, or the Moshav Band.
The Moshiach will not be televised.
The Moshiach will not be right back after a message
bout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The Moshiach will not go better with Coke.
The Moshiach will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The Moshiach will put you in the driver’s seat.
The Moshiach will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The Moshiach will be no re-run brothers;
The Moshiach will be live.
