| Down in Robot City, you might think it’s play play play
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| Down in Robot City, you might think it’s play play play
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| But a Number 5 Robot he must work in all the night and day
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| Number 1 come by, he give my work to me
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| Oil the flowers, fix the showers, clean the electronic trees
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| Shine the light, fix it right, now listen carefully
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| Don’t you go romancing with that pretty Number 3
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| And that’s why, why I got the Robot Blues
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| Down in my heart compartment
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| Down in my old magnetic sole shoes
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| When I see that Number 3 I get charge all in my dial
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| When I see that Number 3 my piston fills with oil
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| You know what I’m talking about
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| But she likes that number 1 because he’s rich with
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| All my toil toil toil
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| That Number 3 she charm the heart of any robot man
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| Moving her body like an old tin can
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| If I could get my claws on her
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| I would lubricate her free
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| I’ve got a perfect action why won’t she play with me
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| And that’s why, why I got the Robot Blues
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| Down in my heart compartment
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| Down in my old magnetic sole shoes
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| Well I think I’ll get a ray gun
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| I will see what that will do
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| I think I’ll get a ray gun
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| I think I’ll get a ZZ Special Q
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| I will blast the Number 1's gaskets
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| And his coils I will refuse to renew
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| He seen me coming, sneak up from behind
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| Switched off my vision and he left me stone blind
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| I could not see to blast him
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| Here’s the ending of my tale
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| He went of with Number 3 and I cursed to no avail
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| And that’s why, why I got the Robot Blues
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| Down in my heart compartment
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| Down in my old magnetic sole shoes |