Nine to five or ten to six
Up to the city and back to the sticks
You've got to unwind your mind
You've got to unwind your mind

Sit back, switch on
Your face has got a twitch on
Your fuses are blown out in a double bind
Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed
You're very nearly human
You're so well disguised
Robot, Robot, you're a Robot, Robot
You're warm when it's cold
You're cool when it's hot
Your life is recorded on a micro-dot
Robot, Robot
You'd hold the whole world in your metal claws
If it wasn't for the three laws of robotics

Automated homunculus
You queue for the paper
You queue for the bus
You're a "good morning" machine
You're a "how are you?" device
Sit back, light up, never put a fight up
Sit there fuming until your face goes green
Air conditioned, and desensitised,
You're very nearly human
You're so well disguised

Robot, Robot
I am a robot
I am your slave
I can not harm you
I can only obey
The Three Laws