the secrets of my robot phase
i keep myself awake for days
and stroke my cock in mayonnaise
and jerk off while the music plays
my brain is just a buttered roll
i seem to scratch some patterns whole
my circuits recite
and hope it's flush me down the toilet bowl

you smile and it turns me off
you grab my balls and make me cough
i feel my body going soft
my metal skin is oh-so tough
its not the clothes that make the man
but when he knows how to demand
and throws himself an evil plan
discard me in a garbage can

CHORUS:
i am the robot
i am the robot
i am the robot
in your town

i am the robot
i am the robot
i am the robot
i get down
(repeat)