I'm just a robot and I know my place
A metal servant to the human race
I work my can off trying to satisfy
I know they'll disconnect me by and by
Chip on my shoulder made of silicon
My printed circuit's like a lexicon
Ten billion logic functions, maybe more
They make me pick the paper off the floor
Solitary solinoid
Terminally paranoid
Marvin
Know what makes me really mad
They clean me with a brillo pad
A carwash wouldn't be so bad
Life! Don't talk to me about life
I'm so depressed I could expectorate
My moving parts are in a solid state
I want to rust in peace, switch off and lie
In that great junk yard in the sky
Solitary solinoid
Terminally paranoid
Marvin
Nothing left to be enjoyed
Every diode rheumatoid
Marvin
Outer alloy
Inner void
Marvin
Happiness has been destroyed
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