There once was a boy 
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