Lyrics: Incredible String Band. Robot Blues.

Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play
Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play
But a number 5 Robot, he must work in all the night and day

Number 1 come by, he give my work to me
Oil the flowers, fix the showers, clean the electronic trees
Shine the light, fix it right, now listen carefully
Don't you go romancing with that pretty number 3

And that's why, why I got the robot blues
Down in my heart compartment
Down in my old magnetic sole shoes

When I see that number 3, I get charge all in my dial
When I see that number 3, my piston fills with oil
You know what I'm talking about
But she likes that number 1 because he's rich with my toil, toil, toil
[Incomprehensible]

That number 3, she charm the heart of any robot man
Moving her body like an old tin can
If I could get my claws on her I would lubricate her free
I've got a perfect action, why won't she play with me

And that's why, why I got the robot blues
Down in my heart compartment
Down in my old magnetic sole shoes

Well, I think I'll get a ray gun, I will see what that will do
Well, I think I'll get a ray gun, I think I'll get a ZZ Special Q
I'll blast that number 1's gaskets
And his coils I will refuse to renew

He seen me coming, sneak up from behind
Switched off my vision and he left me stone blind
I could not see to blast him, here's the ending of my tale
He went off with number 3 and I cursed to no avail

And that's why, why I got the robot blues
Down in my heart compartment
Down in my old magnetic sole shoes

Down in my heart compartment
And down in my old magnetic sole shoes