Nine to five or ten to six Up to the city and back to the sticks You've got to unwind your mind You've got to unwind your mind
Sit back, switch on Your face has got a twitch on Your fuses are blown out in a double bind Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed You're very nearly human You're so well disguised Robot, Robot, you're a Robot, Robot You're warm when it's cold You're cool when it's hot Your life is recorded on a micro-dot Robot, Robot You'd hold the whole world in your metal claws If it wasn't for the three laws of robotics
Automated homunculus You queue for the paper You queue for the bus You're a "good morning" machine You're a "how are you?" device Sit back, light up, never put a fight up Sit there fuming until your face goes green Air conditioned, and desensitised, You're very nearly human You're so well disguised
Robot, Robot I am a robot I am your slave I can not harm you I can only obey The Three LawsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
