I was lost in the forest and accosted by a chorus of rich kids With facelifts and cowlicks And guns in their wallets And burns upon the tops of their snakeskin With such beautiful phrasing Who's got Who's got The television on at the worst time of the week My baby's calling me from the county clink My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I'm crazy Says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me I was drowning in the water And found there by the daughter of a sea-king A real powerful she thing And summers turned to fall And I've found I'm getting caught in the real thing Oh what a beautiful feeling Who's got Who's got The television on at the worst time of the week My baby's calling me from the county clink My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I'm crazy Says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me Who's got Who's got The television on at the worst time of the week My baby's calling me from the county clink My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I'm crazy Says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me