There's no consolation prize
There's no prize for consolation
All stuck in the middle
Between what is and what might be
A great sensation
Has swept the nation
Everybody wants the image youve got for sale
With massive compromations on your part
But buddy youve taken the nation
Check it out the new teen beat model of the year
Struck down from the pillar
Short lived is all youll ever be
A once great sensation
Has wiped out the nation
Your message is no longer for sale
And no proclamation
Will return the station
You held onto while the rest of us moved on
As not quite sensations
But mere subatomic particles of the nation
We're happy if our songs get heard at all
So bring forth donations
For the boombox generation
Thats right
Dont be afraid
Of what you say
'cause anyway
Is the only way
