For years I have heard of

The coming of robots.

But now I know that

The robots are here.

Either automaton

Or else humble servant.

Either way they are robot

Either way they*re not human.

They need electronic impulse to provide information

They need electronic impulse to provide relaxation.

They need electronic impulse to make every decision.

If that*s not a robot, then tell me what is.

See I*ve read of cyborgs

In old science fiction.

Those partly human

And those partly machine.

That when they are commanded,

Ooh, they do what they*re ordered.

The machine is strong

As the human is weak.

So now I*m talking to cell phones

I*m using microwave ovens

From automatic tollbooths to banking machines

My mind is clouded

With digital static

With more information

Man, than I can receive.

So I*m runnin* for cover

Out to the country

Beneath the cover of treetops.

And under the leaves.

I know up in the heavens

The little cameras can see me

That if I step foot on

the old civilized streets

See, I must escape from

The mechanical army

Their cold eyes staring

And hard x-ray beams.

Their mind*s a computer

I know they mean to harm me

As I skirt past the laws

And I slip through the seams.

See I*ve only heard of

The coming of robots

And now the robots

Are all that I see

I see them wearing the t-shirts

And by in the concerts

They*re being just where they*re

They*re supposed to be.

Drinking the coffee

and eating the sugar

Ooh, I look in the mirror

It*s you and it*s me.

See, I am a robot. (I am a robot)

I am a robot. (I am a robot)

I am a robot. (I am a robot)

Listen to me.

I am a robot. (I am a robot)

I am a robot. (I am a robot)

I am a robot. (I am a robot)