Robot Blues

Down in Robot City, you might think it's play play play

Down in Robot City, you might think it's play play play

But a Number 5 Robot he must work in all the night and day



Number 1 come by, he give my work to me

Oil the flowers, fix the showers, clean the electronic trees

Shine the light, fix it right, now listen carefully

Don't you go romancing with that pretty Number Three

And that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,

Down in my heart compartment

Down in my old magnetic sole shoes



When I see that Number 3 I get charge all in my dial

When I see that Number 3 my piston fills with oil

You know what I'm talking about

But she likes that number 1 because he's rich with

All my toil toil toil



That Number 3 she charm the heart of any robot man

Moving her body like an old tin can

If I could get my claws on her

I would lubricate her free

I've got a perfect action why won't she play with me



And that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,

Down in my heart compartment

Down in my old magnetic sole shoes



Well I think I'll get a ray gun

I will see what that will do

I think I'll get a ray gun

I think I'll get a ZZ Special Q

I will blast the Number 1's gaskets

And his coils I will refuse to renew



He seen me coming, sneak up from behind

Switched off my vision and he left me stone blind

I could not see to blast him

Here's the ending of my tale

He went of with Number 3 and I cursed to no avail



And that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,

Down in my heart compartment

Down in my old magnetic sole shoes