Some lyrics to the song in question. No doubt it is satiric but makes a good point.

Baby I wanna tell you all my hopes and dreams and fears
But I'm watching television, could you get me another beer
There's wrestling and pro football on, I hope you understand

I missed our anniverary and the birth of our son
It was beyond my control, my team was on a playoff run
Oh baby, baby, baby, you mean everything to me
But could you move your butt, you're blocking the TV?

Oh baby, oh honey, oh darling, oh pudding, what are you doing with that suitcase? Leaving me? What do you mean we don't communicate? We're talking all the time. We're talk about-- Ooh! Monster trucks! That little Volkswagon ain't got no chance against The Cowcrusher! C'mon Cowcrusher, crush that little Volks-- you're gone. I hope she left me one of them pudding pops. They're tasty.