Lyrics Wheatley's Song - Miracle Of Sound

Wheatley's Song

I’ve got brains to burn — no ordinary AI in this ball
Every culture and philosphy — I’ve read up on them all
I’ve been living in your shadow for 999 999
Keeping tabs on every machination and production line
So don’t call me a moron
I’m super astute
There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute
No don’t call me a moron
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My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon
My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon
I have studied Machiavelli, Aristotle, Gabe and Plato
Yet you still equate my intellect to that of a potato
This place would fall apart without my ever watchful eye
They might tell you I’m a halfwit, it’s a great big bloody lie
So don’t call me a moron
I’m super astute
There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute
No don’t call me a moron
You fostered balloon
My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon
My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon
I know my way around here, every catwalk every cave
And since you’re dead I’ve quite appreciated not being your slave
Maybe someday I might get to taste the big time for a change
There’s so much I’d do for science here, so much I’d rearrange
So don’t call me a moron
I’m super astute
There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute
No don’t call me a moron
You fostered balloon
My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon
My IQ’s the infinite space from here to the moon