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)