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
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