There once was a boy
A robotic boy with a
Crank sticking out of his brain.
He never performed, with sadness or joy he was,
Just simply programed to sing
So he sang
So he sang
So he sang
So he sang
Till one day
With no one around, this robot fell down and the crank had broke off of his head
With the jar to his hard drive he felt all alive
The old robot
He used to be dead
There was rage in his brain!
There was pain in his frame!
There was love, there was hunger and strife!
He felt lonely, rejected, attacked,disconnected!
No answer to the meaning of life!
So he sang
So he sang
So he sang
So he sang
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
Ok you can leave now
