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)