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The lyrics you show are, I believe, from liner notes. But they are VERY incomplete. Just replace with the following:


Turn off S.B.S,
Turn off S.B.S,

Turn on Mike Moore;
Forget Mary Kostakidis:
Time has come for us to choose
Infotainment over news

Turn off S.B.S,
Forget Mary Kostakidis
Like the rest of us, I guess
She can no longer so impress;
Why continue to keep trying
To separate the real news from the lying?
In the end it all comes down to this -

We all eventually switch
To lying and deception;
We choose the tabloid pitch
Like some inner technical hitch.

The high ideals that you once had
End up in your colostomy bag
Pick Paradise Beach over John Keats
Choose beauty over truth
S.B.S becomes R.S like Mary after youth
Dead air. Loss of all reception.

All of us must face the day (no we don't)
When our ideals have blown away (rubbish)
Just give in to our dismay (no way)
Watch Wilessee not Mary K (nup)
Time has been in our youth (No it isn't)
We sought accuracy and truth (no we didn't)
Scoffed at commercial news
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Satirised Hinch and all his views (nup)
But oh how does time unnerve us (no it doesn't)
The Special Broadcasting Service(no it doesn't)
Doesn't seem worth the hassle (yes it does)
Don't change your life change your channel.

Turn off S.B.S,
Turn off S.B.S.

Turn on Mike Moore;
Forget Mary Kostakidis:
Time has come for us to choose
Infotainment over news

Turn off S.B.S,
Forget Mary Kostakidis
Like the rest of us, I guess
She can no longer so impress;

S- S- S.B.S!
S- S- S.B.S!
*


The old lyrics:
I.
Turn off S.B.S,
Forget Mary Kostakidis -
Like the rest of us, I guess,
She can no longer so impress;
Why continue to keep trying
To separate the real news from the lying?
In the end it all comes to this

II.
We all eventually switch
To lying and deception;
Like some inner technical hitch,
We choose the other bitch;
We choose beauty over truth;
And, like Mary, after youth?
Dead air! Loss of all reception.

Thanks to Joel Niemann (jniemann@gmail.com) for these lyrics