TV Studio Song Lyrics
To raise your weary spirits high,
My son will teach your silent hearts
Every home will have his picture.
Pilgrims all will touch his hand.
Pinball tables, gold and silver,
Altars to the Master's plan!
Rio, Paris, New York, London.
Moscow, Peking, Tokyo, the world!
A Tommy Camp in every city,
Millions flocking in like sheep.
What they want ain't cheap, 's a pity.
But who am I to upset their dreams?