[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron]
Pretty pictures in your favorite magazines
Span the distance between you and Mr. Clean
You can take part in the all-American dream
Just fill your house up with a million products you don’t need
And you don’t ever have to use them
Buying is all that’s asked of you
And if it’s so goddamn incredible that you can’t believe it’s true
It’s Madison Avenue

[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
Make it all commercial
There ain’t nothing folks won’t buy
New fuel to fire up the monsters of free enterprise
Gizmos and gadgets and batteries to make them run
And give your check up at the first of every month
And, and don’t wake up to the uselessness
‘Til your whole life is overdue
If it’s so goddamn incredible that you can’t believe it’s true
It’s Madison Avenue

[Verse 3: Gil Scott-Heron]
They can sell sand to a man living on a desert
They sell tuna to the Chicken of the Sea
You are surrounded and confounded and
Dumbfounded by the happenings
Yes, it’s true
It’s Madison Avenue
Gotcha
[Verse 4: Gil Scott-Heron]
And don’t wake up to the uselessness
‘Til your whole life is overdue
‘Cause if it’s so goddamn incredible that you can’t believe it’s true
It’s Madison Avenue
It’s Madison Avenue (Yeah, y-yeah, y-yeah)
It’s Madison Avenue (Yeah, y-yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s Madison Avenue (Yeah, y-yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s Madison Avenue (Yeah, y-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s Madison Avenue (Madison Avenue, yeah. I really wanna say)
(It’s Madison Avenue, uh huh, uh huh, uh, uh huh, uh)
(It’s Madison Avenue, uh huh, uh, uh huh, uh, woah)
(Madison Avenue, oh yeah. Say what, what?)
(It’s Madison Avenue, uh huh, huh, uh huh, uh, uh huh)
(Hahahahaha)