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 programmed to sing

So he sang

So he sang

So he sang

So he sang until the melody

With no one around this robot fell down

And the crank it 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 at times disconnected

No answer to the meaning of life

So he sang

So he sang

So he sang

So he sang