I’m a lonely orphan robot.
A misfired piston
Run on squirrel power
His galvanized insides
Can feel no joy
He wants to be a real boy
I wanna be a real boy!
Yeah!
Not a titanium toy
Don’t give my battery flattery
What I want is more grey matter-y
A brain, some veins and some arteries!
I got a squirrel on a treadmill where my heart should be
If I was real,
You could feel!
I could really emote
Instead of shorting out whenever he sits on the remote
I want a Dad
A Father!
Someone I can call Pop
Someone to take me out for malteds at the soda shop
Someone to take me on a fishing trip or teach me how to ride a bike
Who’ll pat me on the head and ask me “how you doin’, tyke?”
How you doin’, tyke?
Well, I’m fine, all things considered
Wanna be a real boy but I don’t wanna sound embittered
But thanks for asking, seriously!