All of those wild American bilinguals   who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives   school days and last days out there in the midwest   they climb on their liners and rejoin their wives     Walking down boulevards electric eyes   would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size   let them be lonely and say you don't care     Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade   Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade     Una with long hair will stand by your side   and the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride   chromium pets that video screens would show   pictures of helplessness old kings and queens   radio stations that fade as in dust     all their transmitters are crumbling with rust   let them be broken and say you don't care     Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade  Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade   Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade   Let them be broken and say you don't care   Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade