There once was a boy
A robotic boy
With a crank sticking out of his brain
He never performed
With sadness or joy
He was just simply programmed to sing
So he sang
So he sang
So he sang
Until one day
With no one around
This robot fell down
And the crank it broke off of his head
With the jar to his hard drive
He felt all alive
The old robot he used to be; dead
There was rage in his brain
There was pain in his frame
There was love, there was hunger and strife
He felt lonely, rejected at times disconnected
No answer to the meaning of life
So he sang
So he sang
So he sang
So he sang
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Traveled the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something