Robot - Hawkwind

Nine to five or ten to six

Up to the city and back to the sticks

You’ve got to unwind your mind

You’ve got to unwind your mind

Sit back, switch on

Your face has got a twitch on

Your fuses are blown out in a double bind

Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed

You’re very nearly human, you’re so well disguised

Robot, robot

You are a robot, robot

You’re warm when it’s cold, you’re cool when it’s hot

Robot, robot

Your life is recorded on a micro-dot

Robot, robot

You’d hold the whole world in your metal claws

If it wasn’t for the Three Laws of Robotics

Automated homunculus

You queue for your paper, you queue for the bus

You’re a «Good morning!»

machine

You’re a «How are you?»

device

Sit back, light up, never put a fight up

Sit there fuming until your face goes green

Air conditioned and desensitised

You’re very nearly human, you’re so well disguised

Robot, robot

Robot, robot

You’re cool when it’s warm, you’re cold when it’s hot

Robot, robot

Your life is recorded on a micro-dot

Robot, robot

You’d hold the whole world in your metal claws

If it wasn’t for the Three Laws of Robotics

I am only a robot

I am your slave

I can not harm you

I can only obey

The Three Laws

Automated homunculus

You queue for your paper, you queue for the bus

You’re a «Good morning!»

machine

You’re a «How are you?»

device

You sit back, light up, never put a fight up

Sit there fuming until your face goes green

Air conditioned, psycho-analysed

You’re very nearly human, you’re so well disguised

Robot, robot

You are robot, robot

You’re warm when it’s cold, you’re cool when it’s hot

Robot, robot

Your life is recorded on a micro-dot

Robot, robot

You’d hold the whole world in your metal claws

If it wasn’t for the Three Laws of Robotics

Robotics

Robots

Robots